Svartskog - Followers of the Dead Lyrics


Disciples of slavery of thoughtless herd

Poison for human race.

They walk on Earth, with empty eyes,

Killing Instincts in itself.

Their hands in blood, Humbleness On faces,

With Boiling pus in a souls

Laughing, with happiness and tender emotions,

They conduct You for slaughtering.

I am a wolf among the jackals.

I am a god among the slaves.

I'm a storm among the desert.

The judge and a verdict

They drowning you in a bogs of false trueth,

They Who Sold soul to the Christ.

Trampling desires of your body,

pleasing their carnality

I see essence of Armageddon,

I feel an agony of the Earth.

Humans Are Being transformed into herd

Of Mindless Slaves.