Messenger of Gods - Tarot/Marko Hietala/Zachary Hietala/Janne Tolsa
Behind all the empty glitter
The city's a painted whore
A mother with a concrete womb
For the zombie horde
Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers
If we have thoughts
They are harnessed to feed the hive
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning where's the thunder
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire
Where is the messenger of gods
We need a messenger from gods
In here just one equals absolutely nothing
The machines know you your face and your life
Death escape that's why boneyards have fences
Go read your e-mails
Junk comes to junkies
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning where's the thunder
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire
Where is the messenger of gods
We need a messenger from gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning where's the thunder
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire
Where is the messenger of gods
We need a messenger from gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods
Messenger of gods