Lamb of the Seven Sins - Hour of Penance

The divine presence bestowed

Upon thee by the ones who call yourself a sinner

Fathers of eternal warfare cry

Shedding the tears of malice

Abort this process of ungodly epiphany and ascend to withstand the betrayal

Masterminds of the repression fall facing the revolution of the disbelief

We have become your foul disease

We are the ones with entropy inside our souls

This monstrosity has tortured us with falsity

Total desecration will begin soon

Pounding on the war drums

The sound uplifts the horde

No uncertainty when we will stop the blasphemy

Total desecration will befall you

Pounding on the war drums

The sound uplifts the horde

We have become your foul disease

We are the ones with entropy inside our souls

Can’t you see the frameworks?

The last sections now stand still

Bombing the opulent palace of gold

Slaughter the cursed lamb of the seven sins

Ashes will shroud the lodge of God

And as the coals burn all fathers lose their flocks

Another one dissolving into the void

Ancient laws turning the masses blind

Feeding this vile deceptive oath

Millennia of darkness, now anticipate the light

Rebirth of the ones who still remain

We have become your foul disease

We are the ones with entropy inside our souls

We have become the effigies

Of the man with entropy inside his soul

Millennia of darkness, now anticipate the light

Rebirth of the ones who still remain