Music : Azagthoth/Lyrics : Vincent)



Where the slime live

(They are the lowest forms of life)

Where the slime breed

(They make a new one too corrupted)

When the wind blows

(The winds of truth are blowing now)

And the cradle falls... down



Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lies

Their poison lingers

What a tragedy when their fingers are removed



Where the slime live

Their burning dogma

Introducting to our minds - lies

They plot for the total control of the morals

And what a tragedy when the ³god-hearts² are removed



They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see

The burn

I see the smoke of the funerals rising

God lives in their hearts now laid ro rest



What a sight

As their kingdom comes tumbling down

We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone !



Long gone are the filthy liars

Long gone are their filthy lies

I know they¹ll come again some day