The Hangman Of Prague Lyrics

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand

Ancient crown of Bohemia placed upon your head
Sharpening your spears
The hangman's disciple, vomiting forth death

Murderous power, radiate hate, harbinger of suffering
The malignance of maledomance rises beyond benevolence

Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Thousand-eyed angel of death, armed with flaming sword
Spread your wings, let the killing begin
The hunter becomes the hunted, hangmen also die
Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Morning red
Seas of blood

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand

Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Hangmen also die
Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling
Wade through carnage
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood
Seas of blood