Atop the hill, facing the nightfall Birds of ill omen are sending me scorn My heart has stopped aching Like a skull in a coffin my soul is resting within Unborn ...
In his kingdom of thorns I am one with his horns Run, baby, run - I am Satans son For me all love is dead And the tears that I shed ... Wasted seeds of despair I no longer care
Insane misanthropy is striking my mind Malicious contempt for all mankind Murder and suffering I evoke Gory like a berserk and as steady as an oak
I walk my path in silence Crossing pain and violence Beholding you without a sound Man, a tool of evil unboundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
