He is a collector At least the owner of your soul The one who gets 'em all Master in eternal fall The fairest guy in multiverse Perfect in taking lives Raping all that bleeds King of all whats blasphemy
The keeper at the gates to own hell Surely ending no need to tell Eternal nothing private cell Damnation till the end of all day
Please keep close the eternity High priest of the living Trapped
You hear these words of anguish, the voice within all walls This frost now stirs your will while slaughtering your soul Your live never eternal, never joking the unknown Not really to await a call, soon he strikes us all
Your cannot fell what's nothingness A void ever unknown
Rot
The breed of existence, the everything of all The lord of carnage, destruction and gore The death maybe something real And devastation his loving thrill
You cannot fell what's nothingness A void ever unknown
Try to stand... The almighty troop of abomination Soldier 666
More Corpses For The Grave It needs More Corpses For The Grave
The keeper at the gate to own hell Surely ending no need to tell Eternal nothing private cell Damnation till the end of all day Corpses to the graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
