In high mountain fortress Crusaders of Sodom laughing at chastity They hide from the eyes of condemnation They hide from the breeze of sense
They captured fairness in dungeon of extinction They captured beauty in dungeon of pain Celebrating the day when compassion has died Cherishing four months of satisfaction and liberty
Libertine’s eyes have settled upon A charm of virtuous children Unstoppable flow of perversion Falls down on the noble chest The thin line between excitement and pain Fading between the endless fulfillment
Vilest creatures City of depravity has ever seen Gathered for the last supper of morality Savor of youth Citrus scent of lad’s pale flash Appeals to the four horsemen of sodomy Murder has no further delight than To hear their victims begging for liberation through death No horror can stand against Bishop’s kingdom of tormentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
