作词 : Azagthoth, Vincent
Where the Slime Live
(They are the lowest forms of life)Where the Slime Breed
(They make a new one too corrupted)When the Wind Blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)And the cradle falls ... down
Their poison fingers
That wrote the poison lies
Their poison lingers
And what a tragedy when the fingers are removed
Where the Slime Live!
Their burning dogma
Introducing to our minds - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the god-heads are removed
They crawl, They breed, They hide but we see
They burn - I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in their hearts now laid to rest
What a sight as their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn - The ones with contrite souls be gone!
Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they'll come again someday
Where the Slime Live and how the slime gets washed away