A silent scream frozen by the incomming darkness
etherial parasites await for the agonizing feast
in wich they rebreed as insignificant worms
liking rotten tombs with rough dry tongues
the coldness of death is near
feel Satan's breath on the neck

Deep in the ground where water is filtered
without the shinning of the light
where the impurity of life drains
the spectre of evil is omnipresent
walking on cloven hoofs
the pulsating strengh of negativity
claims the investment of all order
THE PULSE OF EVIL-
-IS THE CURSE OF SATAN-

Rage is the code of the afterlife
the words of Satan are spoken loud
from the darkest dungeon
from the deepest grave
the light is dragged into oblivion

The environment gets sinously rarefied
demons appear out of the dark
Hell is alive, it ends with the light

With loud noise and great ferocity
raging winds of negativity capture
the forces of the earth
inverting all that's material

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