There is a cosmos made of ebony darkness There the streams of red flow together, of million hearts bleeding There is a stronghold where all t! he sulphour beasts are gathered This castle is the essence of all evil, generator of unholy supremacy
Hold in this castle, in the deepest dungeons, tortured by the sulphour ones There are somekind of captives, those i call " Sons of the Lightbastard" Sometimes gusts of wind carry the whimper of these judas ones to me Laughter fills my heart when I hear them screaming in pain
Thou will survive,father,for they will be slaughtered by our fists The legion stands beside,starving for their flesh, bloodlust in their eyes With their own wisdom we will finally crush their false world order The gates are opened like ages before, this time the throne will be oursTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
