11 acessos
Bow to me, for I am he
Above your god, divinity
The impure spirit, cowering
Bleeding carcass
A fallacy, of lunacy
Nonexistence breeds corruption
Forced into servitude
To meek subservience
To inferiority
Bring me your sick
Your frail and weak
I shall banish them
To the burning wastes
Choking on your daily bread
Drink his infected blood
Consume thy false idol
DIE