
Bastard Son Of God
Bloodbath
Nightmares Made Flesh • 2004
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Lyrics
He is hater of the rotten Earth,
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
He is hater of the rotten Earth,
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
The sky embedded in the death of a nova,
effigy is seen in a second of light,
no voice in the crack of his mouth.
Bastard son of God!
He is hater of the rotten Earth,
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
He is hater of the rotten Earth,
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
The sky embedded in the death of a nova,
effigy is seen in a second of light,
no voice in the crack of his mouth.
Bastard son of God!
He is hater of the rotten Earth,
he is the nova that will drape the sky in woe.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the Lord of those who dwell bound in sickness.
Spitting vomit in the face of faith,
cleansing us who must atone for being weak.
We drink from his poisoned water,
he is the shadow cast upon those defiled.
Victorious call,
it will not befall.
No salvation is free,
Death comes beckoning thee.
Encircle thee,
voices come in wind.
Son of perdition,
you come beckoning me.
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