Little Dead Bertha - Sentence Of Suffering lyrics

rate me

When the sun as smouldering cool

At last time arise on sky

Ancient gods from a chaos gone

Appears as an sentence of suffering

Time destroy the stones

Wiping off from face of ground a nations

And turning into ashes their bones

This again repeat...

Death run to you in fire of storm

Evil recieve it's other form

My way's the end and my soul is breaking

Horror...

Dismay...

But even time have the end

Emptiness kill the time

And powerful death is dying

In that instant when seize her last sacrifice...