"Tormentum" lyrics
(feat. Dickie Allen)
My hate is a complete disdain for all things religious
The signs of God's funeral are carved in my own necromancy
Let the darkness consume me
My hate will bring chaos and failure
Your life will be erased by your savior
Welcome to the empire of death
Alive in the abyss of the underworld
The world turns into my grave
A place where life never stood a chance guarded by the abortions of God
Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity
So face your maker, and pay the price for your failures
This is your end
Evil lurks in the cryptic clouds, followed by sinister screams
This is the end. Your end!
Heaven has fallen like the angel of light
My reign brings scorn upon their heads
All I see are bones and flesh, relics of humanity, open up the wings of death worshiping all the agony
See how the world turns into my grave
This is the place where life never stood a chance, guarded by the abortions of God
Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity
Screaming children build the satisfaction in my ears, as I tear their wholes apart
Blood on my as I let my holiness spill over their tiny faces
I will crucify their souls on the altar of suffering for all the gods to see
One after the other, their lifeless bodies
Hanged upon the rusty hook in the holy tower
The signs of God's funeral are carved in my own necromancy
Let the darkness consume me
My hate will bring chaos and failure
Your life will be erased by your savior
Welcome to the empire of death
Alive in the abyss of the underworld
The world turns into my grave
A place where life never stood a chance guarded by the abortions of God
Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity
So face your maker, and pay the price for your failures
This is your end
Evil lurks in the cryptic clouds, followed by sinister screams
This is the end. Your end!
Heaven has fallen like the angel of light
My reign brings scorn upon their heads
All I see are bones and flesh, relics of humanity, open up the wings of death worshiping all the agony
See how the world turns into my grave
This is the place where life never stood a chance, guarded by the abortions of God
Let's summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of humanity
Screaming children build the satisfaction in my ears, as I tear their wholes apart
Blood on my as I let my holiness spill over their tiny faces
I will crucify their souls on the altar of suffering for all the gods to see
One after the other, their lifeless bodies
Hanged upon the rusty hook in the holy tower
