Tekster: Atrocity. Begotten Son (of Wrath).

Hurting, crushing
A homicidal horde is destroying
I have cursed you endlessly
'Til you suffer eternally
I bring you to despair
Once you will repent

Burning, impaling
I sought and found you praying
Your weak god is powerless
In my world of emptiness
You are left alone
I impale you through the bone

Alright

I saw the fiery pits of hell
And the torturing of the lost souls
Lost eternally, lived infernally
All that ended in the dusk

Shudder, wasted land
See you in blood red tonight
The usurper is scared to death
He has beaten to retreat

Struggle for power, days are numbered
The stubborn land has to be free
Shattered, wasted land
See you in blood red tonight

I'm the begotten son of wrath
The one who decides your fate
Not living for the honor but for pain
My revenge is merciless
You bodies are impaled
And your life is always in my hands

Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath

Like a guiding star, corpses' avenue
Dropping blood turns to fountain head
Hate is growing strong, mind is down below
Not weakens until you writhe in pain

Begotten son, he's not from the heaven-sent
He is taking your lives like wildfire
Chosen victims, you don't know even when
[Incomprehensible]

Look at the heaven's vault
I bet you will never see again
The cosmos, the universe
Closed their gates for my deadly vengeance
Closed their gates for my deadly vengeance

Hurting, crushing
A homicidal horde is destroying
I have cursed you endlessly
'Til you suffer eternally
I bring you to despair
Once you will repent

Burning, impaling
I sought and found you praying
Your weak god is powerless
In my world of emptiness
You are left alone
I impale you through the bone

[Incomprehensible] I'm the begotten son of wrath
The one who decides your fate
Not living for the honor but for pain
My revenge is merciless
You bodies are impaled
And your life is always in my hands

Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath
Begotten son of wrath