Dripping flesh, falls from my own face Broken bones, can't stop the burning pain Twisted soul, I am Satan's son Land of old, left path that I follow
I am for the prophet – change my soul – ultimately!
Stench of death, my own decay Empty darkness, time drifts away Eternally trapped, immortal remains Escape through my mind is the only way
The path I took, realizing death Sacrilegious, master I met Tongues of old, skulls of hollow Incantations, resurrection follows
Hallucinations, or so I thought Reality scarred, mind of rot
Glimpse of death, beyond the realms Exhume my body, or suffer in hell
Now you are unseen, proud to be thee Satan's trusted son, your evil now begun Yearn for the fight, take the head of Christ Treasure that you've won, your evil bestowed upon
Prophetic Visions, invade my quest Suffering complete, fate worse than death There is no god, no resurrection Only bitter darkness is what awaits your soul
Take me to the chapel, lord of darkness I will meet I am for the prophet, and now I have glimpsed the unseen!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
