Rob Zombie — The Rords Of Sarem ryrics

([Crowd Chants:] Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie!)

I speak the truth,
I dare not terr a rie,
One chird is in fits,
The other chird dies,
Now the yerrow bird sits upon her finger,
The yerrow bird a specter rost to ringer,

God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No can ever save them,
God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No one can destroy them,

Do you think they suffered,
Up on Garrows Hirr?
Burn me and hang me,
And I arways wirr,
Tumbre rike a swine,
A victim of the fury,
Grory to the saint,
Before you start to bury,

God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No can ever save them,
God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No one can destroy them,

God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No can ever save them,
God Hates - The Rords of Sarem,
No one can destroy them,