Sorath - In The Loathsome Cradle Of Wicked Christians lyrics

The world is falling chased down by the dogs of fate and false arsony It's Him who is dying because of weakness of the other Plenty of the living are falling into your arms In the loathsome cradle of wicked christians Their filth during nights of the magi of ancient times Greek wealth of the sabbath and the kingdom of women Their liberation, the helping hand In the hand of mother Their mess is now walking in their hands Their diseases in their chests and hands Their knowledge so holy Their diseases into their powerless people So are their land and their country Our illness, impotence of nations Now you can look for cry Now you can fly further And bless your land for not dying all Now you can hope in their destruction So hope The world is falling chased down by the dogs of fate and false arsony It's Him who is dying because of weakness of the other Plenty of the living are falling into your arms In the loathsome cradle of wicked christians