Mortures Dead Of Night
My Body Starts To Rise
In My Mind The Horror Lives
To Feel d**h Deep Inside
Relentless Lust Of Rotting Flesh
To Thrash The Tomb She Lies
Heathen who*e Of Satans Wrath
I Spit At Your Demise
Virgin Child Now Drained Of Life
Your Soul Cannot Be Free
Not Given The Chance To Rot In Hell
Satans Cross Points To Hell
The Earth I Must Uncover
A Pa**ion Grows To Feast Upon
The Frozen Blood Inside Her
I Feel The Urge The Growing Need
To f** This Sinful Corpse
My Tasks Complete The b**hes Soul
Lies Raped In Demonic Lust
Her Stomach Burst The Casket Breaks
The Seed Has Taken Form
A Writhing Shape Of Twisted Flesh
The Devils Child Is Thrown
Hungry For The Smell Of d**h
He Rules Forbidden Evil
Vengeance With A Frenzied Hatred
The ba*tard Now Must Die
Lost Souls Of The Dead
Form Legions That Burst Through Hells Gates
d**h Of One Sacrafice
To Avenge The Raped Corpse From The Grave
Blood Of One Mortal Man
The Fire Grows Stronger Within
Fate Of A Frenzied Lust
Lucifer Takes My Dark Soul
Down To The Fiery Pits Of Hell