17 acessos
It stands there, alone majestic, cold
Holds the glory of the past, the blook of ancients
It saw the break of evil, the triumph of fire
Ruled the seven seas, conquered the weak minds
My lost throne, my throne...
I'm back to strike harder than ever
And I shall stand to make you suffer
I'll slaughter again and again
In the name of evil, darkness shall remain
I, Beelzebub reclaim my throne
The lurker of the night, the hand of Satan
I, the sword of death, the face of evil
I, the unholy one, the infernal blasphemy
With my Art I toxic your truth
I destroy your faith
I infiltrate your holy books
I'm the clenched fist in God's face