My possession is a true deed of my desires Shalt I join the eternal flame of the underworld Dead are calling me to spoil the unborn Kissing the goat is the beginning of the macabre oath
Night after night I’m bleeding for you From beyond I come crawling
Dreaming with fear to fail in my chance Words that might be my ultimate confession
I carry on spitting blasphemies I’ve come this far to destroy the catholic maze My skin fall wrapped in hellish flames Gossip Nazarene, I deny you
Night after night I’m bleeding From beyond I come crawling
Dreaming with fear to fail in my chance Words that might be my ultimate confession
“O thou, the governor of the first flame, under whose wings are the spinners of Cobwebs that weave the Earth with dryness; that knowest the great name righteousness and the seal of false honor. Move therefore, and appear Open The mysteries of your creation! Be Friendly unto me, for I am the same!, the True worshipper of the highest and ineffable King of Hell”
Night after night I’m bleeding for you From beyond I come crawling
Dreaming with fear to fail in my chance Words that might be my ultimate confessionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
