So many names have been given to me For what the humans fear is versatile I was born under the yoke of evil An armoured fist of satan
Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves Fear me in the pale moon itself Where my presence is near Your soul will coil with ulcers Lie a cancer of hate and evil I will reach far in the universe Infecting every church with darkness Ceremony echoes to me
In my devotion I am is weapon Pointed at your feebleness Throats I slit and drink the blood From a chalice made of a skull Beat the drums of the satanic march With the human bones Let be heard even in the wind Satan is too strong You will stand but a little chance Face th death eternal Spilling blood of the holy martyrs
Glory of the sacred war In my devotion I am his prophet Slashing curses on the skin Taste the poetry of my tormented soul It's the last thing you'll knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
