4 acessos
We're peccant so they claim
We show no penitence so they say
Blessing the blackness
Our prophecy of evil shall rule
Subjugating filthy Christians
Vanquishers of Armageddon
We detest the vulgarity
The rotten smell of angels
Bless the blackness
Withhold the light, torture the sky
Bless the blackness
Withhold the light, torture the sky
Open your flesh
I am your soul
I am your lord
Of darkness
I'll. be blessed
O darkness
I'm blessed
I am blessed!
Ancient rites gave us the strength
To lead our army to victory at last
I am blessed