In the land of the burning horizon
Lives the man about i'm telling this tale
He calls himself holy messiah
But his words come straight out of hell
He preaches heaven on earth
That the holy church
Will survive
His believers are begging for freedom
And for a better life in paradise
But the price they're to pay for salvation
Is to die with the prophet lies
He preaches heaven on earth
That the holy church
Will survive
When armageddon is near
They make their sacrifice
Without any fear
Sons of mayhem
Sons of mayhem they are
Sons of mayhem
Sons of mayhem they are
They don't hear the laughter
Coming straight out of hell
They're under his spell
But they don't hear the laughter
The laughter
The laughter
Just like lamb by the slaughter they follow
To the altar of sacrifice
Their way is slaved with sorrow
Believing his words till their death
He preaches heaven on earth
That the holy church
Will survive
When armageddon is near
They make their sacrifice
Without any fear
Sons of mayhem
Sons of mayhem they are
Sons of mayhem
Sons of mayhem they are
Sons of mayhem (they're sons of mayhem)
Sons of mayhem they are
Sons of mayhem (they're sons of mayhem)
Sons of mayhem they are
In the land of the burning horizon
Lives the man about i'm telling this tale he calls himself holy messiah
But his words come straight out of hell
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.