Profundi Split-tounged
Split-tounged!
Blackened hordes arise! With shadow wings to cross the
land
Betrayers of the lord, obscured and dwelling forlorn
Master - inhale the fumes... Grasp their devius call
Satan - speak the words, their serpent tounges screams
for war
The utter bringer of darkness...
Kneel before the storm, bow before the one with horns
Ancient tales of the holocaust, the great fall of man
Once foretold by the split-tounged... Now it is at hand
One by one they all fall slained, thrown into the deep
sea of red
Season of the split-tounged - the harvest of the dead
[6-string shriek: Jens Rydén]
Chasm of old, opens wide as brimstone blows
Funerals wind sweeps throughout the world, emerging
from the abyssic depths below
Evil - the conquering, consuming of earth
Father - speak the worlds, command the world to...
...Burn ...To mourn, torn... Reformed, ...Again ...And
again
...Blood is stained ...Life is drained ...In his name
Ancient tales of the holocaust, the great fall of man
Once foretold by the split-tounged... Now it is at hand
One by one they all fall slained, thrown into the deep
sea of red
Season of the split-tounged - the harvest of the dead
Out from ashes, a dark realm's unfold
Foretold by the split-tounged ...Now to behold
Death has been spread, all blood is shed
Due to the split-tounged, mankind is dead
