Brandish The Sceptre Lyrics - Sodom

Mankind can be bind 

But not the words of god 

Idioms are free and flourish 

Ulmight 'cause sensible 

BRANDISH THE SCEPTRE 

Mistress of all cults 

Cursed is your body 

Until all severed end nears 

Angels force be immortal 

In presence of all the true 

Stars grow in lonely nights 

When the watcher rise 

Intelligence awake to harmony 

Barious terrible fears 

Borrow symbolic mystery 

Spiteful eyes in face of beaty