Captor of Sin — текст песни (Slayer)

(hanneman/king)



Harlots of hell spread your wings

As I penetrate your soul

Feel the fire shoot through your body

As I slip into your throne

Cast aside, do as you will

I care not how you plead

Satans child now stalks the earth

Born from my demon seed



Hot winds of hell

Burns, in my wake

Death is what you pray,

Behold, captor of sin



Infernal slaves of manipulation

Captive of my vice

Abandon god, the helpless one

To relieve you of your plight

Subversive action will not help

It will strengthen me

I see decline in your every move

Death your final plea



Hot winds of hell

Burns, in my wake

Death is what you pray,

Behold, captor of sin



Your skin turns to leather

I ignite your timid blood

You feel my lethal touch

As I grasp your weary soul

Ill take you down into the fire