Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

Khronos

Origin of time / the face of old flesh 
Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain 
Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty 
Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain 


The cold dark night becomes scary soon 
In the light of a young moon 


A thorn in my soul your face fade away 
Awake like an owl for salvation I pray 


And shining flames / burning the night sky 
Until you / who walk among the liking 
Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed 


In the light of a young moon 
The cold dark night becomes scary soon 
A thorn in my soul your face fade away 
Awake like an owl for salvation I pray 
He who sleeps in the embrace of not 
Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls 
He who rules the flesh of the pigs 
With an oral smile shall pray on fools 
Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed 
Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule 
The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights 
The sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earth 


Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh 
Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh 
Snow is falling through / the living is gone 
Then the memory / of old fear is upon 
Rushes sordid through / winged black images 
Who shall build / an empty sky 
Same as the origin / of your face 
Origin of time / origin of time