Letra de The Second Coming - Theudho
Letra de canci�n de The Second Coming de Theudho lyrics
Lies �
Deceit �
Fables �
Hypocrisy �
Beardless men arrived on northern shores
They came from the Saxon lands
With golden relics in their hands
Collecting souls for their god
The heralds of a simple faith
Believe in Him or burn
Convert before it is too late
The year thousand; where is Christ?
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
Their god was fed with gold and silver;
Taken from the misguided common man
Soon his temples were erected
All built by Nordic hands
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Some were abducted by loyal men
To be hung under a silent moon
Piercing arrows sealed their fate
Their corpses left for Odins ravens!
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
In distant lands his corpse decayed
This Nazarene messiah called �God�
Flesh rotted away, like any mortal man
His brittle bones, buried in sand
Now his pathetic slaves remain
Waiting for the trumpets that will never sound
Devoting their lives to a fool long gone
Who�s resting in a shallow grave!
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
Deceit �
Fables �
Hypocrisy �
Beardless men arrived on northern shores
They came from the Saxon lands
With golden relics in their hands
Collecting souls for their god
The heralds of a simple faith
Believe in Him or burn
Convert before it is too late
The year thousand; where is Christ?
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
Their god was fed with gold and silver;
Taken from the misguided common man
Soon his temples were erected
All built by Nordic hands
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-second-coming-theudho.php
Some were abducted by loyal men
To be hung under a silent moon
Piercing arrows sealed their fate
Their corpses left for Odins ravens!
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
In distant lands his corpse decayed
This Nazarene messiah called �God�
Flesh rotted away, like any mortal man
His brittle bones, buried in sand
Now his pathetic slaves remain
Waiting for the trumpets that will never sound
Devoting their lives to a fool long gone
Who�s resting in a shallow grave!
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!