Rotting Christ - Khronos Lyrics

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