Bài hát Death Báo Lỗi

I will take your final breath

And I will be your last regret

Cold blood - runs in my blackened heart

Tearing - every soul apart


Messenger of death - wields the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - hold his blade

For termination


Sin - is what I feast upon

I'm forging my crematorium

Your tomb - is waiting here for you

Welcome to my ritual


Messenger of death - wirlds the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - holds his blade

For termination


Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky


Death rides out from the storm

No time left to repent

No quarter - no escape

No line of self defence


Death rides out from the storm

In terror we confess

Our voice is heard no more

His deed is merciless


Death rides out from the storm

Deface humanity

There's no escape from this

Human calamity


Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky

Messenger of death - wields the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - holds his blade

For termination