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