Lyrics Rotting Christ

Rotting Christ

Athanati Este

Makarioi este oi tolmiroi

Makarioi este oi amartoloi

Makarioi este oi diaforetikoi

Eo sou dokei

Makarioi este oi kataramenoi

Makarioi este oi kynigoi

Enós oneirou pragmatikoi

Athanatoi este oi dynatoi

Athanatoi este oi ermitikoi

Athanatoi este oi tragikoi

Eo sou dokei

Athanatoi este oi romaloi

Athanatoi este oi tolmiroi

Odoiporoi ton aisthiseon pragmatikoi

And when the bells of fate sound

Digging your soul deep into the ground

Setting your sense to the bound

Spreading your eminence all around

And when the bells of fate sound

You walk in pathless ways till the dawn

Screaming for salvation so loud

Spreading your indulgence all around

And when the bells of fate sound

Then you immortals stand up and shout

Then you blessed martyrs doubt

Here comes a new age's blow

Slaves of fate instigate

And feel your sword's blazing edge

Your section to the enemy

Wound for the sleepy age

Slaves of fate instigate

And feel your sword's blazing edge

Your section to the enemy

Wound for the sleepy age