Текстове на песни: Few Left Standing. Scourge.

I'll Swallow your soul
I'll Swallow your soul
I"ll [unverified] ugh
Swallow this

Lord of filth, rebuke you
Be prepared in season and out
For the wrath of the Almighty
Death is your destiny
And you're already dead

Pride goes before destruction
A haughty spirit before a fall
Relinquish the grasp on least lost souls
For their eyes will witness the truth

Satan, we rebuke you
In the name of Jesus Christ

Slither away on your belly
Before heels hit your head
Coward