There was no choice
The faith was done
Futile was the war we fought
Either way her soul born rot
The hipelous being the mirror face
Unclean addiction to torture herself
Blasphemic words spited hidden horrors
Beneath the wargoat lies the liar
The face was changed the close of a
Dark grim chapter of possession and pain
I still smell the rotten flesh the holy water
Caressing my being
The winged white deon the one who poison my tongue
Bringer of lust and madness will be buried and forgotten
The epitaph rise on my soul gravefields here lies the one who fuck your
soul the pale like snow demon keeper have your doom
Slaughtered after years of sorrow rivotril and doom
Do not resuscitate
The dark world keeps turning my war aint over
My troops of bestial madness gathered to attack
Nuclear Lucifer will guide me to conquer my dark side
