The night dropped her cover again
I hear the same voices in my head
And morbid feed
My desire possessed fury and evil
I wear a ritual garment
It's time for a purify murder ceremonial
I feel that lust in the bottom of my soul
Desire the cult of d**h satisfy every night
I take a cold steel in my head
Making a hartred sword from hate
And only the non washed blood fraces
Showing a number of next act!
I'm going hunt - like a wolf instinct
In the reverse tringle it will be you
I soaking my fingers in you body
When your body alredy rot - I clean it draws symbols
But your soul I will keep in the ring of eternity!