Letra de 'Esmi Adh-ʼavad·dóhn' de Seventieth Blood

One ought not to have been besought
Another father as outcome of figment
For the womb of isis, gut their thoughts
Regurgitating the crown prince

This realm’s like a curse sourdough
Curtailed by the sorcerer’s hand
Augmenting wizardry and superstitions
Adding a bale to its suffering

Every firstborn male shall sanctify
The omnipotence of my name
For I am determined to strike
The blasphemy of their blame

I am sparing them from common death
For I’m bringing humiliation and disgrace
Against the pantheon made by the dead
By which they bow their shame

Splash blood on the two doorposts
In every house in which they eat the lamb
This is the signal dipped in blood
The death’s plague’s come to this land

The mighty nile river burgeons largesse
Sparkling from the ethiopian mountains
The crocodile rises over the jackals' nest
That breastfeeds their cubs bereft of faith

Slaughter the passover sacrifice
Dip a bunch of hyssops into the blood
Is it possible for an immortal to die?
Weren’t the firstborns the incarnation of God?

The immortality of pharaoh
Has built a glass pyramid
For his nobles to reach the top

The prophet blinded the eyes of ra
It’s staggering in the midst of the darkness
When the cripple tread it hard
Moving in the deified uselessness

Splash blood on the two doorposts
Blaspheme the egyptians with the lamb
This is the signal dipped in blood
The death’s plague’s come to this land

Immortal’s death, die the firstborn
Praise the death of a God

Mocking the gods
Millions of servants, left to die

Illusion of the book of the dead
Gnats prepare the offering’s head
For an unholy sacrifice
They eat gods flesh

Whatever the promise it is a lie
You know there is no afterlife