Ancienthorn
Текст песни The Seeds Of Unsacred Apocalypse

Tears of God falling on Earth,
but no blessings can wash it?s putrid will.
To destroy the human fate
The Lord of Plagues and Guilt... will not tolerate
this lightful weak.
God must reply the eternal question, and make
a sorrowful pray... in solitude.

My arms are endless strength
My mind is hate
I rise the sword against evangelic lies
Gospels of Immemorial Grief...
beyond ages of torture and pain.

Angels... Falling into desecration
One by One... like an twisted army of worms
eating the limbs of Christ.
With sin in their eyes, and the rised banner of
the greatest magnificence of unholy rottenness.

Seven seeds lies under the ancient profane ground,
awating for the coming of an unsacred throne.
The seeds of the unsacred Lord