Lyrics Rotting Christ

Rotting Christ

Shades of Evil

Êáé åðëáóåí ôïí

áíèñùðïí, ÷ïõí áðü

ôçò ãçò

Êáé åíåöõóçóåí åéò

ôï ðñïóùðïí áöôïõ

ðíïçí æùçò

Êáé åðëáóåí ï üôé åê

ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá

èçñéá ôïõ áãñïõ,

Êáé åðëáóåí üôé åê

ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá

ðåôåéíá ôïõ

ïõñáíïõ

God desires to be born

In the flame of human sense

Bursting and rising

Higher and higher

And what if there are no roots on earth

And what if the stoned residence

Is a ruined hotel

Where the flame of God cannot burn

And what if the human sense

Appears as a son without birth

On an unequal battle

Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh

God desires to reign

In the flame of human fear

Creating and burning

The fields of humans' fear

...prepare your soul for the eternal burn...

...and what if the human sense is a son without birth...