Apocalypse Lyrics - The Great Mass - Septic Flesh

Bring us the end 

Harvest the crops of Men 

Horrid winds are blowing today 

Hear them! Its is the wrath of Cain 

Bringer of plagues and disease 

Doom leads your hand, Writing the Apocalypse 

A Gods that wants to die 

A tragic kind of killer 

Lunatic, fanatic 

Your self's greatest deceiver 

Sulphur rain 

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You'll know the secrets of Hell 

Your leaders... revealed 

Shadows cover the naked kings 

Bringer of plagues and disease 

Doom leads your hand, Writing the Apocalypse 

A Gods that wants to die 

A tragic kind of killer 

Lunatic, fanatic 

Your self's greatest deceiver 

GOD WANTS TO DIE! 

You can turn Paradise into a wasteland 

It is your greatest design 

As tyrant, you demand nature's powers to obey. 

From suicidal wrath no one will escape... 

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