Хрен знает, что там в самом начале поют, ибо на слух определить сложно.
Now you've really crossed the line Your hate for me is divine My love yearns your suffer On the grave lurks my prosper
Taunt more as a lure but it's no use Knots tight my excite I prepare the noose Say no more it's time for you to make your move My blackened soul lit by your fuel
(whispered voice) Hail to the father divine... To the son, the light will shine... From the angst of lost memories... A just revenge to cure misery... Life of vengeance, a passive test... Until the grave, I will rest.... Engage the pressure until it crumbles... The existence of the lifeless black souls.... (whispered voice)
(whispered voice) Implodes your moral and drains your pride... Too late for debate or run and hide... Time to take your life tolls the bell... To your hell I'D LIKE TO WELCOME YOU! (whispered voice)