Far away is heard “Hail Satan!!” The voices of an ancient rite Black fire reclaims for blood the pleasures of a twisted mind no return in this ritual magic power is not for weeks force of darkness hates the light and my existence hates my soul
My power, my blood is to burn in a pentagram my life is nightmare, and your nightmare is your truth I can feel your fears, my power is increased by my lord! Intolerance is my way, death prevails…I can smell
My altar is where I feel real from stone you can smell the death sacrileges gives me pleasure stench of hell is in the air
(ha ha I can smell your death… Your destiny dies in my altar You cant run tonight…you can hide tonight All must to say “Hail Satanas!”)
I walk down the sidewalk, don't pass next to me Because I am a fuckin monster and can smell your hole I don't care for whores because they are perverted too Cause satan is full of glory when your hymen is Total Broken!
Total, Complete and Fucking Broken! Your Stench Arouses Me I hate Your Existence
When you tought it was over I introduce me knife You cannot believe that your god left you behind When you start to close your eyes I feel the work is done the demons are celebrating another soul for the lordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
