Rotting Christ es una banda cuya existencia se acerca a las tres décadas, tiempo en el cual se han formado una reputación más que sólida al transitar en el metal, entre las vertientes del extremo y el death, teniendo actualmente material fresco en forma de un álbum llamado Rituals.

For A Voice Like Thunder tiene una letra basada en la obra de William Blake, Poetical Sketches- Prologue, intended for a Dramatic Piece of King Edward the Fourth, y que al cruzarse con la música de los griegos bien puede servir como parámetro para establecer la diferencia entre aquellos que únicamente repiten, replican y copian, y los pocos que mediante el poder de la palabra son capaces de estremecer a los habitantes del cielo y la tierra.

Rotting Christ, For A Voice Like Thunder…

FOR A VOICE LIKE THUNDER

RECITATION I
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown
the throat of war! When the senses are shaken,
and the soul is driven to madness, Who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed fight in the
troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of His
countenance drive the nations together,
who can stand? Who has caused this?

O for a voice like thunder,
and a tongue To drown the throat of war!
When the senses are shaken and the soul is drivento madness,
Who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages,
who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from theThrone of God,
when the frowns of His countenance drive the nations together

RECITATION II
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
and sails rejoicing in the flood of death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain
Who has caused this? Who can stand?
Who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy ministers have done it!
The Kings of the land have done it!

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drownthe throat of war! When the senses Are shaken,and the soul is driven to madness,
O who can stand? O who has caused this?

RECITATION III
The Kings and the Nobles of the land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven,
thy ministers have done it!
The Kings of the land have done it!