Sign of Satan
I hold the close to my heart
Swallowed in evening mists
I dwell in oblivion of emptiness

Demons whisper silently
in ruins of Opresje
Where winter fog is the only witness
of rust, decay and death
Becoming flesh

Demons still whisper into this realm
Satanic chant, echo of long forgotten funerals
A mark of darkness in every creature
I hold the close to my heart

I have searched for thee
Over many realities and lands
I have come for thee
To rise against the Nazarene

Rise against the Nazarene, rise!
Rise against the Nazarene ...
Arise, spirits arise!

Here lies my true grave
Here I am what I am

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