[words: Rion Lipynsky]
-reserve the right to vanish
-reserve the right to incinerate
-preserve the fight for lust
-preserve the height for might
So horrified by the hallowed halls which s** my inners towards
the hellish hatred.
The chasms of struggle, deep down in the valley
of the conquerors frequency.
So I sold my soul to Lucifer, he said to me..
"Act dead and sing my song"
Insert the devil of hope in my weapon,
I aim without discretion.