Xasthur - Storms of Red Revenge


In the name of their bastard son 
They murdered our forests and beliefs 
So your god will forgive? 
Yet I shall never! 
Our time has come 
Hatred was the spell 
Chosen as our weapon 
Murdering, killing one by one, 
Stench of death reaches the sky, 
And this time their heaven falls 
In the storms of red revenge.

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