Woe to All (On the Day of My Wrath) - Lingua Ignota

Go and hide yourselves

Who among you will be able to stand?

My master pulled me from my bed

Ripped every curl from out my head

Held me down to strip me bare

Said «Hell is real, I’ll take you there.»

O master, master, please be kind

Don’t leave me somewhere God won’t find

Don’t drag me to a sea of flame

From which I’ll never rise again

I bring the end

I bring the end to all things

I crush the seven golden stars

In my rotten right hand

The teeth of seven thousand men

Adorn my silver crown

Where’er I walk

Ten thousand flies precede me

Where’er I walk

Ten thousand serpents follow at my feet

My tongue is an axe, and a sword, and a five pointed dagger

With single word

Every mountain shall crumble

Every tree shall fall

Every field shall be razed

Every crop shall rot

Every home shall be painted with blood

Every lung shall be flooded with bile

And woe to all who inhabit the earth

For now I walk among you

Woe to all who inhabit the earth

For now I walk among you

Woe to all who inhabit the earth

Woe to all who inhabit the earth

Woe to all

For on the day of my wrath

Go and hide yourselves

Who among you will be able to stand?