Bethor - My dreams thou infest, thy magick enchants my blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor - Demon
. Where darkness is eternal and no life dwells I shall become enthroned by the other side." In the spectrum of the deceased I pass through the vortex gate
I am the bringer of war, herald of bloodshed and anguish. I am the slaughterking of Satan, sovereign of the arts of battle I am the one who made the
[Conjurer:] "O thou hidden laws of the realm beyond death, thou who walked when the earth was pure fire, and fire was the only light in the shining darkness
Invading into the depths of writhing souls banished here, their energy of martyrdom for his honour feeds my vision of utter hell, I see the beauty of
knows is useless to me, being a question you will never answer: What lies in the fires of hell? In funereal vortex we unite under a starlit obsidian
Like a blistering stream, the black spirits still surround the planet since the kingdom was in slumber, deep in the earth itself. When the cosmos expanded
In an age when the earth was born deep in the black maw of eternity's void I commanded them - abysmal creatures, my minions, to prepare our rise. Neither
"Devour, O glorious pyre, thou who came straight from hell, where pain is the seed on burning soil and the horned one reigns with flaming hand..." Devour
The grim visage of the night enthralls the vast silhoutette of ancient Rome, where in his glorious cruel palace the grand emperor resides in baptized
supremacy. While I burnt free in will inmidst the pits of hell, I drank from the chalice of wisdom wide. I unlocked the gates of destructive prime forces
: In an age when the earth was born deep in the black maw of eternity's void I commanded them - abysmal creatures, my minions, to prepare our rise. Neither
: I am the bringer of war, herald of bloodshed and anguish. I am the slaughterking of Satan, sovereign of the arts of battle I am the one who made
: "Devour, O glorious pyre, thou who came straight from hell, where pain is the seed on burning soil and the horned one reigns with flaming hand..."
: Bethor - My dreams thou infest, thy magick enchants my blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor -
: Invading into the depths of writhing souls banished here, their energy of martyrdom for his honour feeds my vision of utter hell, I see the beauty
