The Golden Sin Lyrics

In the days of woe
The dead are rich and the starving are poor
Only the hooded one is depraved
With worms in his head
Strolls and Blesses
On the streets of the undead
He has no fear, because he’s blessed by
The Golden Sin
The Golden Sin – judgment is near
The Golden Sin – my soul has no fear
The Golden Sin – death is descending
The Golden Sin – the church walls come crashing down

The girl is ready
To spill the blood of the intruders
Spreading corruption in the church of hypocrites
The scepter is melted on her hands
Never to point and laugh at the people again
The Golden Sin – judgment is near
The Golden Sin – my soul has no fear
The Golden Sin – death is descending
The Golden Sin – the church walls come crashing down

The priest goes mad
Calling in the troops
Anna’s in chains
Preparing for the final day