The  Conqueror  -  SODOM

  Company  of  heaven  has  sent  us  a  chosen  apostle

  To  the  treasure  of  the  damned

    Blessing  no  longer  be  poured  the  mystical  lord

    Covered  with  rich  headdress

    He  will  proceed  his  way  over  the  line

    Furious  as  tiger

    Once  the  tower  rocked  and  cracked  beneath  it＇s  lash

  Caught  inextinguishable  fire

    Conqueror    Conqueror    Conqueror

    The  lord  of  host  gave  ear  into  his  sing

  Intolerable  blackness  helms  him

    Only  the  lightning  from  his  hand  that  sits

    When  usurping  tyrants  fall

    An  unsullied  maid  baffles  his  seductions  and  his  ire

    Pines  in  the  poison

    Compassion  is  the  vice  of  kings

    Stamp  down  the  wrelched  weak

    Conqueror    Conqueror    Conqueror

    You  are  not  of  the  slaves  that  perish

    Pity  them  not

    Tear  down  that  lying  spectre  of  centuries

    Vices  and  virtues  words

    We＇ll  hide  in  a  smash  of  sorrow

  You  shall  fear

    Let  your  rites  be  rightly  performed

    With  joy  and  beauty

    Conqueror    Conqueror    Conqueror  Conqueror