This soil is dripping With the blood of angels I can almost touch Their hands through the ground My eyes are filled with pride For this land of the dead Is the precious gift of my father No mortal value can buy such a treasure Which I cherish in my heart of hearts Father - Satan with fangs stained in blood Smile to my naive dreams This unhallowed ground Secret sanctuary of my thoughts Where I walk hand in hand with death Upon blood and soil Oh, don't mind any pain It gives me wisdom My rage is my strength It gives me might But something inside me seems to be lost Is there hope for the blood of life? Or will I always fly alone.. Those who are in Hell Hallowed be thy name This is for you who made me what I am For the storm that tries To shake my roots Is just the breath of the dying god Who once ruled heaven But he won't succed As long as I stand true to my ways And even I am alone I can't remember what I'm missingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
