I feel the pain of you
You will be my disgrace
I am the one you choose
You will pay for your race

As you felt the cold war in your heart this life
I created darkness so you could survive
I assumed you realized the pain this brings
Thus begun the power the unholy light

Lord of the dead, the power felt cold
The pain upon my skin is growing old
Repeating an attack upon the lighter times
The assholes of the bastard christ will surely die

Astathica
Lord of the dead...

Astathica
Become unchained by light...

Astathica..

Lord of the dead, i beg you now
Unleash your powers towards heaven
The beastly agression of hell
Disintegrate the enemy!

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