Текст песни
The house of god burns to embers this night, shall enjoy a glorious rebirth, on the ashes of the one god s whorehouse
Temples of sin will arise all over the earth, and the torches of evil do their wicked duty
To crumble before their would-be father, burn it down to the ground, torch the house of god
Before long the house of god will be set alight, hearts filled with hatred of all that is holy, temples of sin will arise all over the earth
on the ashes of the one god s whorehouse
Shall enjoy a glorious rebirth, shall enjoy a glorious rebirth
temples of sin will arise all over the earth
Let none of its slaves be allowed to live to tell, tonight the slaves of god meet their doom
tonight the slaves of god meet their doom
To bow before him and writhe in obeisance, temples of sin will arise all over the earth
it must be devoured by the flames of hell
Torches blazing in the night, let none of its slaves be allowed to live to tell
beneath the cold moon evil s warriors ride
Where heathen rites dormant for aeons, a black storm bellows its symphony of gloom God, torches blazing in the night
tonight the slaves of god meet their doom
shall enjoy a glorious rebirth
Carrying swords, a black storm bellows its symphony of gloom
The house of god is a vile site, it must be devoured by the flames of hell
To crumble before their would-be father, let none of its slaves be allowed to live to tell
The sheep who follow him there gather, torches blazing in the night
Burn it down to the ground, where heathen rites dormant for aeons
the house of god is a vile site
The minions of god try to defend his house, the house of god burns to embers this night, crush the hold of monotheism once and for all
Let none of its slaves be allowed to live to tell, the house of god is a vile site, crush the hold of monotheism once and for all
To bow before him and writhe in obeisance, torch the house of god, beneath the cold moon evil s warriors ride
the house of god is a disgusting mental brothel
Before long the house of god will be set alight, hearts filled with hatred of all that is holy
a black storm bellows its symphony of gloom