歌词
This dismal destiny devours
The dread of dawn;
At which His entity arrives
To reap what they had sown.
The sea is all around us,
The desert gape in vain,
They cry for the wrong name;
They're burdened with His shame.
The gates no longer hold
His orb and spear.
The crashing grains against the land,
The earth dressed in grey,
The thunder in the sky –
They scorn the burning temple
Of he who raped their minds.
The truer Baal shall bask the earth,
And shun the lies in you.
Those pools of blood shall see the birth
Of His light all anew.
Hail Lord of Storms
This dismal destiny devours
The dread of dawn;
At which His entity arrives
To reap what they had sown.
The sea is all around us,
The desert gape in vain,
They cry for the wrong name;
They're burdened with His shame.