In castles filled of darkness, place stories of nobility, evil and cruelty. In the crusades and ancient battles, pulling the rival guts you reach the ecstasy. Trapped children ready for the ritual, his naive soul enjoy to sacrifice. Alchemists, sorcerers and heresy, awakes the devotion to evil might.
Felt in the narrow corridor of the towers, the death smell on your bowels Morbid tales of diabolical minds, that are terrible reality, he will find. One beast of war, psychotic in arms, a french hero without mercy Joan of Arc my earthly goddess, Joan of Arc my angel heavenly.
Haunted by demons inside. Powered by sick pleasures in your mind. Raised between torture and suffering. Did all that the wicked do in their dreams.
Witches fed your brain with old tales of Satan. Fear becomes in desires, black magic drag you into hellish lands. Murders without reason, a sick pleasure to see dying without mercy. Never-ending nightmare, never-ending hell, an immortal heretic.
Dragged to hell of the pleasure insane, of your evil owner satisfy. To heaven rise, to innocence tear of the people in fear, Giles de Rais. Much blood shed, in a ominous game, killer by own will, into the pagan rite. Is not for Satan or his realm of fear, is the dead compile, Giles de Rais.
Hear a desperate cry. A victim ready to die. Believe in hell, the beast unleashed. Feel the smell of blood here. Giles de Rais.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
