Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

Genesis

I am the healer and the deceiver 
I am the sober eye of fate 
I always take to be the giver 
I am the crimson eye of hate 


My love is sloth corrupting order 
I am the secret hand of pain 
I am the builder of this wanderland 
My face is known by the insane 


My work is black the sin moves 
As horrific and as cold 
I am the horns with golden hooves 
The balance of the gods 
Oblivion decay and death 
Three of my children without birth 


I am into the inner dark 
The tension of the kill 
The first of murders had my mark 
I am in restricted thrills 


My work is black the sin moves 
As horrific and as cold 
I am the horns with golden hooves 
The balance of the gods 
Not being me, yet I am life 
The lover and the wife 


In nothing I am the essence all, the things in which you exist 
Still I am more you couldn't hold, the corpse's biggest feast 
My work is black the sin moves as horrific and as cold 
I am the horns with golden hooves, the balance of the god 
...the balance of the god 


Staring at me is a simple thing 
But may affect you a lot 
I am inside you in every thing 
GOD'S OWN ETERNAL HOST 


I am the healer and the deceiver 
I am the sober eye of fate 
I always take to be the giver 
I am the crimson eye of hate 
My love is sloth corrupting order 
I am the secret hand of pain 
I am the builder of this wanderland 
My face is known by the insane 


My work is black the sin moves 
As horrific and as cold 
I am the horns with golden hooves 
The balance of the gods 
I am the burning side of rules 
The balance of the gods 
The balance of the gods 
The balance of the gods