Deepest night, witching starts to unwind and I lay restless on my bed Inquisition fantasies float through my mind Faces of demons annoying my sleep
Chainsaws and axes, longswords and guns a circle of violence around my head Handcrafted machines, never seen before send humans to ashes, to debris and gore
Morbid thoughts (2x)
Kingdom of torture, a hellish domain unfolds through my dark soul, these dreams turn insane Cohorts of undead, unparalleled strength, defending my castle, my homeland of death
Morbid thoughts (2x)
A virtual realm of slaughter and pain of rituals and witchcraft is where I do reign At snap of my fingers the rippings commence in pain and derangement the dead start to dance
I cannot escape from this dark paradise In the end I will reign in my kingdom of cries