, people of the Shem Architects of Lugal-E Recluses of innate dominance Sires of earth, Shahs of the universe Seated on their thrones of gold They weaved
Traducció: Melechesh. Trons Annunaki d'Or.
Under the spell Of ignorance and delusion The body has imprisoned the mind Confounded and distanced Extending beyond the senses Limits of comprehension
Voracious ritual Of the consecration This is my body Devour me, my human form Drink the toxic ale from the chalice This is my blood Sanctified
Keeper of mayhem Laugh at the fallen Like hounds in a cage Lamenting their past Tyrannical and merciless Hell hath no fury Evangelists cower and
An injection of life-curing venom Brings the convulsing body to rest A desperate cry from the next one Bound and gagged, helpless, Blindfolded await
Twenty thousand hours Spent in subjection Alternating between two extremes One last act of desperation A full fledged facade Of equivocation Negligence
Worldwide hybridization Mutating the slaves Throne of the Annunaki Of royal blood High council of the gods Infecting the human race Throne of the Annunaki
Speak to me, oh fiendish one Give to me my fate Strip me of my rights And give my sentence doused in hate Rule with your eyes blind Rule with the
Lain to waste and crucified As the plague begins to spread Vision so pure, holy semblance The light continues to manipulate Decent - a warm welcome
From the very beginning Till the crimson end The victims' screams A wretched madrigal Strapped down on the table Cold steel against skin Amputation
I am trapped here The room's too dark to see I feel the end is soon upon me I'm battered and I bleed Strike me down you sinner You'll never get
The battle lines have been drawn We live and die by the code Long live the code We stand united By unwritten law Anticipation of hostility Beyond
Beckoning call from the pit below Echoes in the halls of eternity Gather the masses, unholy crusade Army of the dead marches on Assemble when the
An echo of pulse Kills off the silence Silent agony so familiar The mind perceives what the eyes must see Concentrate Killer instinct Without thought
