Orders from the Dead Rotting Christ

The world is going up in flames
The world is going up in flames
The world is going up in flames
The world is going up in flames
But these flames are not new to our dead
Our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother in those flames

Της είπα μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι
Θα γυρίσουμε
Έχε γεια, μάνα!

The world is going up in flames
Our world clawed their children close in
The world is going up in flames

Τα παιδιά μου καλέ!
Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου; Για όνομα του Θεού!
Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε, και τι να θέλω τη ζωή; Τα παιδιά μου!
Τα παιδιά μου!
Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα, πέφτει και πνίγεται

Our dead watched their daughters butchered, raped and beaten in the still-burning of those flames
Our dead watched an ax remove their mother's skull
And crown a wooden spit
In the continuous burning of those flames