Zorn Des Lammes

The heavens were unfolded,
like the pages of a book...
Sins were unwanted,
cursed into the foul puddle of sin...

The... kings of the world,
took shelter in dark caves,
the moon in the sun falls,
rotting in the grave of the firmament.

The white lamb carries a black coat,
it bathes in vomited agony.
It takes off the white cowl, the wolf
rises from the cold grave.
Oh, so bitter the seed of the new corn
prospering in the wrath of the lamb...

You... persistent you have once preached.
The innocence of unpolluted children.
Lies have eternalised...
Praising now lapidating the finder.

The black lamb will raze,
slicing your false throats,
the truth came with the day,
never again will she torment you...