Songtexte When My Wrath Is Done - Nile
                                                When 
                                                my 
                                                Patience 
                                                is 
                                                Finished
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Mercy 
                                                of 
                                                Khufu 
                                                is 
                                                Exhausted
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                my 
                                                Subjects 
                                                have 
                                                Failed 
                                                Me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Continued 
                                                Grace 
                                                has 
                                                become 
                                                Futile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                will 
                                                wrath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seem 
                                                the 
                                                better 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                Discretion
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                Slaves 
                                                Utter 
                                                Words 
                                                of 
                                                Rebellion
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                Curse 
                                                my 
                                                Name
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                Bend 
                                                not 
                                                their 
                                                Backs 
                                                Unto 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                Bow 
                                                Before 
                                                my 
                                                Monuments
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Those 
                                                who 
                                                Incite 
                                                Revolt 
                                                are 
                                                Crushed
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Streets 
                                                Run 
                                                red
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                Blood 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Unfaithful
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Hands 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Idle 
                                                are 
                                                Severed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                Piles 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Skulls 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Rebellious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                Innumerable 
                                                Stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                will 
                                                my 
                                                Wrath 
                                                be 
                                                Done
 
                                    
                                
                                                KnumuKhufu!
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Enduring the Eternal Molestation of Flame
2 The Fiends Who Come to Steal the Magick of the Deceased
3 The Inevitable Degradation of Flesh
4 When My Wrath Is Done
5 Slaves of Xul
6 The Gods Who Light up the Sky at the Gate of Sethu
7 Natural Liberation of Fear Through the Ritual Deception of Death
8 Ethno-Musicological Cannibalisms
9 Tribunal of the Dead
10 Supreme Humanism of Megalomania
11 The Chaining of the Iniquitous
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