Hide yourselves for death has come, the evil is strong
In your heart you worship the unlord and his son
In your blood he bathes, his perfume reeks of death
His scorched talons reach deep into your soul, you're stuck in the cold
From below a voice calls to you
Deceiving your mind and making your heart go blind
(Someone whispers into your mind words of the evil kind
To torment your broken soul and prevent it from becoming whole)
Soon the day will come, the last harvest is being prepared
The separation of the weed and the dares
In their fury, hellish flames of despair are craving for
Their consumption of the damned, the ears which brought no fruit
(Someone whispers into your mind words that make your heart go blind
To shield you from the knowledge about the harvest which is at hand)
Slowly your heart goes cold poisoned by the demons of old
Will you let them have the delight in your death?
