Khronos - Rotting Christ

Origin of time / the face of old flesh

Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain

Collapsing into measures / of nature’s killing liberty

Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain

The cold dark night becomes scary soon

In the light of a young moon

A thorn in my soul your face fade away

Awake like an owl for salvation I pray

And shining flames / burning the night sky

Until you / who walk among the liking

Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed

In the light of a young moon

The cold dark night becomes scary soon

A thorn in my soul your face fade away

Awake like an owl for salvation I pray

He who sleeps in the embrace of not

Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls

He who rules the flesh of the pigs

With an oral smile shall pray on fools

Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed

Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule

The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights

The sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earth

Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh

Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh

Snow is falling through / the living is gone

Then the memory / of old fear is upon

Rushes sordid through / winged black images

Who shall build / an empty sky

Same as the origin / of your face

Origin of time / origin of time