Three days still strong! The daemon and the cleric supernaturally sparring Exausted throng! Amduscias' legion turned to ash Forbidden necromagick burns! Corrupted vessels of the dead convert to dust Thy will be broken!
Ignatius controls the damned With sorcerous winds cast by his hand Consumed by hate he drives them to the netherworld Cast them into the inferno! Their screams heard through dimensions unknown to blessed earthkin. Agathakakological demise of the daemon and his wickan cohorts.
Amduscias' thrall transpiring disharmonic outcries bore into the Psyche of the fallen padre Torn! Victim of the daemon's magick spell. Goetic perseverance cursed his fragile being His infallible attempts to counterhex the beast of satan lost!
Insufferable his torment awaits! The daemon's torturous nature imminent A barrage of noxious gases emits From the pit, the screams of sinful sigils!
A symphony of agony!
(Consumed by the void...")
A sorcerer's lament! Anguish you could never know! A sorcerer's lament.
Telekinetically! Tormenting the priest Atrocities blistering Tearing the flesh from bone! Corroding his skeleton! Succumbing to phosphorus Waves of the lord of flies Raping his feeble will! Pestilent conjurer! Entangles his limbs For forsaken eternity Pleading in tongues arcane! Communion of hate unfolds The pits of the underworld Shreiking maniacally Sanity bastardised.
White face! Piercing through the void To emancipate him from The vines of damnation A psychic bond between A magician and the priest His salvation manifests.
Suffering granted unto him. Proclaiming this altered beast
A sorcerer's lament! Torment you could never know! A sorcerer's lament!
Infernal plane, nefarious flame, eternal pain GALLERY OF MASICHISM!
What has this demon done to me? Forsaken my soul. The scarred faces scream in agony. (Scream in agony) How long can I endure this abysmal cell? The shadowspells have confined me in hell.
What has this demon done to me? Forsaken my soul. It's malicious tongue speaks supernaturally. (Supernaturally) Save me from this abyss, I am but mortal flesh. The white face in the void may save me yet.
A mystifying dark revelation Goetic crusade An obsessive desire Malicious compulsive hold For years he trained to cast incantations To summon the fiend That will damn him to serve the beast.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
