I'll rise in fire To burn The human's race There is no hope for defilers and vilers like You No Mercy!
Thy chains of hate are like snare on Your neck. 'Couse I feel hatered on this empty world. I'll be Your conscience, Your judge and torturer
My bleeding eyes melt Your mystic ground. It's too late for gods They will not safe You - anymore
Thy graves it's places, where sins will be forgotten
You live like pigs You'll be born and die like each othersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.