Black Lord poured hell fire in my veins to digest the rest of my soul Indescribable pain and hatred in my eyes Strike weak human beings Very small onesbeside the power given to me How very dirty their forms
Folls born from a dirty womb of mother Who was a lover of the death corpse
I touch borders of madness and pain The insanity and destruction obsessed me in lifetime The kingdom of the deads call me I burst the fellersof my life I want to run away from the vale of fears That empty and dead world
Hope - fools mother Feeds her children on her venom Holy war lasts. Blessed suicides My enemy cries desperately I'll do him the last service I'll feed the vultures on his carcass Fire cleans me, takes my life away But gives me immortality I don't leave my crusade. Not yet Murder - in immemorial disgrace will last for everTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
