Old Songtext

von Benighted

I am the man that defends all things profane,
Six thousand years is the time that I shall reign
And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine,
Impurity made the blood turn into wine

Old
Man,
Dead
Hand

If only their insanity,
The lie feeds off their greed,
JESUS WEPT!

I am the pain that feeds off your weaknesses,
A sickening born of hate, not of the blessed
And with the time I will crush all things you prey,
Destroying all from the known to the arcane

Old
Man,
Dead
Hand

If only their insanity,
The lie feeds off their greed,
JESUS WEPT!

Burn my eyes and try to blind me,
Bury me so they won't find me,
Try to suck my power dry,
Got no crown of thorns on me

So burn my eyes and try to blind,
Bury me so they won't find,
Try to suck my power dry,
You got no crown of thorns on me

Burn my eyes and try to blind,
Bury me so they won't find,
Try to suck my power dry,
You got no crown of thorns on ME!

ME!

Old
Man,
Dead
Hand

If only their insanity,
The lie feeds off their greed,
JESUS WEPT!