Dimmu Borgir For The World To Dictate Our Death
Let us sit by and watch
Death and destruction's devotees revel
Let us sit back and witness
Innocent semen being poured
Into the arms of Armageddon
Let it pour, more and more
Pure f..cking Armageddon
Let it pour more and more
Reason faithfully defiles
On bloodstained hands
Where graceful motion
Are lost art
There are only battles to be lost
In the kingdom of the blind
For those who seek salvation
In the dust of the earth
Will only find wrath
In the sands of time
Engulfed by the desert
We taste death in the dry heat
The disciples of prophetic ablution
Had sworn to let the skeptics bleed
For great are their love for warfare
Henchmen of the disastrous creed
Watch us all celebrate in their name
The lambs of our time being slain
Awaiting the final perdition
Defeat against all and everything
For whatever adorned righteousness
Justice never wait for the guilty to speak the truth
Into the arms of Armageddon
Let it pour, more and more
Pure f..cking Armageddon
Let it pour more and more
For mankind so hated the world
That it gave all it's begotten sons and daughters
That whoever believed the lie
To perish and receive everlasting hell
