Gloomy Sun
Ashes are falling from heaven
Burning one
Hecatomb
Abaddon
Looming eyes
Black mass gathering
In the night
Heresy
Heresy
Their bodies doused in oil and treachery
At the stake they'll burn and suffer
Such acts of sin and infidelity
In flames, they'll meet their maker
Dragged through the dust
In condemnation
For they are born from filth and vermin
Burning morbid rites
Moral servants
Vermin sacrifice
Bearing the crown of scorn
Wretched and cursed
Baptized in fire
Scorched human race
Burning alive
Sun of extinction
Purge out their sins
Flaming perdition
Dance of the dead
Infernal inquisition (their shrieks resonate)
The scent of burning flesh (filling the air)
Rivers of fire shall consume (hecatomb)
The painful screams are dying out (fading)
From embers into ashes (blowing away)
Culling the weak
The hecatomb is finally complete
Culling the weak
The immolation of a worthless breed
Culling the weak
Your destiny you finally have met
Culling the weak
Only the ashes remain
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