Chaos // Writ Lyrics


Assembled sons of Cush

Mercenaries off to destroy

Japhetite clan, blood from the Ark.

King Nimrod

None so wicked since the flood.

Walking the left hand path. Come to Shinar.

"Come to me now! Bow to me now!"

Nimrod.

From the wicked goeth forth.

Rebel against the Lord, bring your sacrifices.

Bestow these carved gods off wood and stone.

"Now I rule in my tower, scoffing at my ancestors.

Blood of the old flowing in my veins. Rejoice!"

King Nimrod