Letra da Música: Post-Chaos Sundown - Incarnate

Altars on fire, flames rise above the sky
Smokeclouds, dusthaze, human torches
Rotting corpses among the piles of skulls
Flaws in the souls, the Wrath of God's begun

Headless children, women without bearings
Embryos wasted, count them dead as well!
Old men emboweled, guts out, deceased
Holes of the bullets, exit wounds at forehead

Hiding ´hide the clouds
Post-chaos Sundown

Devastation, deposition
Annihilation, demolition
Torture, mayhem, carnage
God's creation's deathwish

Tombs of the dead ones, disgraced by christians
Cannibalism, between father and son
Humen like garbage, beggars like rich
Hammered faces, drowning in feces

Once you have eaten a flesh of a man
Taste may be bitter thou it's better than sand
And once you have drank their blood as your wine
You may and WILL see why God still lets us beÂ….ALIVE

Hiding ´hind the clouds
Post-chaos Sundown

Devastation, deposition
Annihilation, demolition
Torture, mayhem, massacre
A God-created afterworld