grave Exterminate - bring you all into damnation In an orgasmic rush of pain I mark my coming in crimson strays Fools! I shall rid myself from the thorns
The gavel has fallen, along with the rest. Are we expected to settle for this? Bring us the plague, lead us away. Blacken tomorrow with ash of today.
hunter Her mission to crucify Slay the hellspawn His offspring demonic force [Chorus] Descending from heaven The angel sworn to bring him down The hunter
["For the high point their teology consists of these two things: hissing at] [demons and skething the cross on their foreheads."] [Flavius Claudius Julianus
my hands and blood on my mind As I hunt down the next one in line Never will I spare your feeble life On your knees they will find you Thorn to pieces
down to a dent in your pride But the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side Can't face the demons Cos there's not a demon would want to
Oversættelse: Demon Hunter. The World Is A Thorn.
: This is our call: To see these idols fall Drag them out into the light Let fate devour whole This is your fault You fool of faith untrue That we should
: Fire surround, in cleansing repose Letting the filth, like venom it flows Scar, the mark, remind us the pain Breaking the bones that will reach out
: Born from the fire clean, crawling in the dirt like war 5 years, my mother gave a voice for war. 10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war By 15
: I was the light I was the quiet heart I was the place we used to dwell. And when the cold would tear your life apart, I was the warmth that you had
: I, I see the weight of hollow death residing in you Take now your final breath Exhale the truth I see the fear of nothing left Dead fragments of youth
: The gavel has fallen, along with the rest. Are we expected to settle for this? Bring us the plague, lead us away. Blacken tomorrow with ash of today
: Rebellion Oh, cheap thrill sand vacant youth Carry out your own will Shovel deep and bury truth Social stain, punk wreck, mother's own defect Sing
: [Deluxe Edition bonus track] This is your dying will. Forced to feed ? and over again. Flies to filth, greed, wealth. And we take what they give ?
: [Deluxe Edition bonus track] I was the light I was the quiet heart I was the place we used to dwell And when the cold would tear your life apart,
: So now you try, but the blade is primed to just cut you down again. To no avail, this fix divine was wrought to do you in Seemingly endless, beckoning