In the gothic splendor of
the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand
Ancient crown of Behemia
placed upon your head
Sharpening your spears
The hangmans disciple, vomiting forth death
Murderous power, radiate hate, harbinger of suffering
The malignance of maledomance
rises beyond benevolence
Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Thousand-eyed angel of death
armed with flaming sword
Spread your wings, let the killing begin
The hunter becomes the hunted
hangmen also die
Morning red, morning red
shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond
killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Morning red
Seas of blood
In the gothic splendor of
the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand
Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comHangmen also die
Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood