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• Artiste: Saint
• Titre: Reaping The Flesh
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[Words By: Richard Lynch, Music By: Richard Lynch] Robed with white fine linen His bride behind the truth He's waging war and conquering False prophet sent the beast are through His robe is dipped and stained with blood His eye's a flame with fire To take out abomination son To squeeze the press to judge defilers Reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh Birds of prey they hover A feast is called to earth The doom of kingdoms power The final kingdom curse Fly down to devour Ripping hearts and flesh Birds of prey where dead men lay And take their final breath Reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh The birds of prey they gather The final feast delight The scoffers and the blasphemers They've got them in their sight And know the beast and prophet Thrown in the lake of fire To burn in their eternity Their flesh to feed eternal fire Reap the flesh, yeah Tyranny is over Evils overthrown Satan cast into the pit It's his eternal throne Through the smoke and fire He'll needs burns out of time Disintegrated instantly Into the lake now say goodbye Reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh, reaping the flesh Yeah Oh, reap the flesh