Píseň: Thy Wings Thy Horns Thy Sin

Interpret:
Rotting Christ
Album:
Sanctus Diavolos
Rise up the horns of sin 


The caves of the cursed I have seen 
Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin 


The strength of demons I feel 
Ceaseless passion to restrict 
And wicked angels surround me 
Burning me with their fiery wings 


Who shall dare to join them in 
To stain his soul with the aura of grey 
And when the flame of wings remain 
Seeking the golden fountain 


Oh God chase me 
Oh God save me 


Who shall sink them to the bed 
Painting the sea with the colour of red 
And when the flame of wings remain 
Seeking for golden fountain 


Oh God chase me 
Oh God save me 


Who shall dare to join them in 
To stain his soul with the aura of grey 
And when the flame of wings remain 
Seeking the golden fountain 
Who shall sink them to the bed 
Painting the sea with the colour of red 
And when the flame of wings remain 
Seeking the golden fountain