Sodom Napalm In the morning

decease is just an irony of fate multiple rites i m gonna lose my way paraphilliac body control to slay the phantom from my soul gonna die unholy evil prophets rise fire is raining from the endless skies can you hear the final thunder roaring napalm in the morning skin peeling off to drop your timid mask you wish that death redeems you fast creation of the fire seems the perfect nude your carbonized torso just a part of you gonna die unholy evil prophets rise fire is raining fro