8 acessos
Torn chains of the closed crypt
Terribly jingle of a midnight wind
Night stretches her cold embraces
Onto whole world
This night I shall arise from the dead
To create endless evil
I hear the sinister wind
Howling among the trees
When I shall arise from the grave
No one a new born christian
Escapes Thy hammer of vengeance
My soul will find tranquility
When all the christians will burn in hell
Then I'll rule the slaves
In their eternal nightmare of non-existence
By power of Thy iron hammer