The Slaughter of the Slave-Gods Lyrics


Over the sunset’s bleeding

Glittering clouds of thy disease

Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins

Crown the light spring

Eon’s thundering tempest

Tumultuous whirlwind of folly

Slaughtering dusty bastions.

Mud for the weak, thy kingdom come

Upper most splendor, thy will is done

Forces of the nature were too mild

Oh thou crowned and conquering child

Mud for the weak, thy kingdom come.

Over the sunset’s bleeding

Glittering clouds of thy disease

Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins

Crown the light spring

Eon’s thundering tempest

Tumultuous whirlwind of folly

Slaughtering dusty bastions.

Io proibisco la discussione

Che non vi sia alcuna pietà

Siano dannati i pietosi!

Uccisione e tortura,

Non risparmiateli, sottometteteli UCCIDI!

Kill, torture spare not

Battle conquest success is your proof

War, vengeance

Without pity or quarter

Fear, rejoice

We shall delight to slay.

Glow of pride so strong, so proud

I’m the hawk-headed lord

Of silence and strength

I hear the son dies for your time is right

At end – UCCIDI!

Over the sunset’s bleeding

Glittering clouds of thy disease

Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins

Crown the light spring

Eon’s thundering tempest

Tumultuous whirlwind of folly

Slaughtering dusty bastions.