When The Gods Are Not Creating by Gutted
When The Gods Are Not Creating lyrics
Spirits of the abyss
Gathered together
Lust for human flesh
Nothing will remain
Crawling around the sinners
Turn them inside out
Icy storm in their eyes
From the centuries they will rise
Gods of the ancient grounds
They will dominate
Hunger for blood
Blood of the weak
Hunger for flesh
Flesh of the weak
Taste the worst of us
Feel the worst of us
Humans will serve they need and lust
They'll bring doom upon us
Blood of our ground spills around
Empty bodies will roam alone
The creatures of the dark
Eating up all the light
Kings of the underworld
Wipe us out, all of us
Reach what's behind our mind
Touch what's behind our mind
Swallow what's behind our mind
Destroy what's behind our mind
At the gates of their world
Gutted souls lying around
Rotting away on the dark,
Abandoned, plundered ground
Pain and misery released
Fall of the weak is near
Slavery, enslavement
Brought by the ancient onws
Feasting - On their blood
Killing - Their breed
Endless lake of the dead
Reflects on their faces
Driving the human herd
Into the valley of pain
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