Yea, and with each wretched level Does the heart grow sour Amen, and with each sour hope Does the level sink but lower!
Lowest levels, highest reign To rule infinite fires To fuel with sin and with soul
To dictate the lands of fire to boil the areas so pure above as it is below May this wage forevermore
Evil, unchained and seething Like a tumor in the heart of man Rejoice ye filth and glory To Reign with putrid unmercy!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
