Conjuring is for my weaker side That Maggot filled worthless rotten corpse Beautiful side filled with perfection The side which knows what real fear is
When i walk in the dark forest I am not afraid anymore Because i accepted him in my heart Evil cannot destroy evil Used to crawl smelling my own fear Didn't know what real strenght was Felt like everyone's slave Until i destroyed my own cross
Satan in a Forest Desecrating the grave of my past self Satan in a Forest I won't call the angels anymore
Living without thoughts, living without opinion I am a noble servant
Serving the noble servants Opinion, noble, weakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
