The skin up on my face crackles, now blackened goo. To the horror of those I loved, the flames my strength renews. By my dark master's will, in full, I am controlled, Obscured in dead of night with vengeance as my goal.
Now faces of my family become but strange new foes. I let forth screams of rapture as their blood does stain my clothes. Absconding to the woods where I do now patrol, Tearing apart my victims. No hope left for my soul.
So long I waited for this transformation, Lord. I hope to serve you well, leading Hell's earthly horde. A reign of terror we'll bring, crushing our every foe. A trail of pain we'll blaze, armies enveloped whole. Their fallen heroes to your putrid name we'll burn. E'en those who flee shall meet death at every turn. This offereing of flesh we set ablaze for you. Hope that with your unholy strength we'll be fore'er imbued.
Far out of scorching daylight I must forever stay. This constant need of human blood, it forces me to slay. 'Tis but a meager sum for this new power I hold. Drinking in their feeble life. No hope left for my soul.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
