Lyrics Rotting Christ

Rotting Christ

Thy Wings Thy Horns Thy Sin

Rise up the horns of sin

The caves of the cursed I have seen

Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin

The strength of demons I feel

Ceaseless passion to restrict

And wicked angels surround me

Burning me with their fiery wings

Who shall dare to join them in

To stain his soul with the aura of grey

And when the flame of wings remain

Seeking the golden fountain

Oh God chase me

Oh God save me

Who shall sink them to the bed

Painting the sea with the colour of red

And when the flame of wings remain

Seeking for golden fountain

Oh God chase me

Oh God save me

Who shall dare to join them in

To stain his soul with the aura of grey

And when the flame of wings remain

Seeking the golden fountain

Who shall sink them to the bed

Painting the sea with the colour of red

And when the flame of wings remain

Seeking the golden fountain