3 acessos
Kill the lies of blood creation
Torn from the womb
Bury my above the sky
With evil gods of ruin
Demonized your god
Such evil that you speak
Eyes await the final end to kill
Slave the unborn toil the chain
Rest is for the weak
taken keep of slumber
In the hands of death we sleep
I prayed once to your God!
A practice of the meek
To choose the path of slumber
But Death's hands never sleep
Cry the tears of murder's blood
That kiss the unborn cold
My words are soon forgotten
Forever left untold
I will pray to thee no longer God
For I no longer weep
Lost tears for blood's creation
On Death's white horse I sleep
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes just dust on a grave
Ashes to ashes you thought you were saved
Believed in forever then sent to your grave
With love for your God He made you His slave
Ashes to fire are like rust is to rain
Ashes of death now rise from your grave
Fire burns forever now
My evil god awakes
Save the legions, follow him
the fire is their fate
I stand before you god
With evil love I speak
And now I burn forever,
With the coven that I keep