Hortus Animae - Chapter One: Furious Winds / Locusts текст песни

Time for the burning
Wings that smolder all futures, with no respect for all beings
(They) Seethe, like rivers of loathing and foretell the end of mankind
The verb of rape is spread
Of torture, scorn for lives
Burnt grounds along the path where emptiness is found
Naked trees so lifeless are left by with a dead walk, devouring all the flesh of frails, tears are dried by loss
Soul-less' sorrows for the worms, carcass is the dwell, left alone, all will is gone and now the earth's undone
Time for the burning
Humanity next to death row, then pace to holocaust
You, grinding creatures moldy, in the void your cries are gone
As furious winds here come the locusts, the demons of the war
Decay is now the keyword and it's time for the burning
Time for the burning
Wings that smolder all futures, with no respect for all beings
(They) Seethe, like rivers of loathing and foretell the end of mankind
Time for the burning