awaits Devoted, to evil for all time Ancient rites, come forth my demons Tormentor, my loyal servant Burngin, their souls cry out in pain Torment them... Torment
Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the enemy
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: Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the
Mutilation of my soul comes in gradually Nightmares of flame come into sight To hell my mind takes its subconscious plight Death in dreams, hellish thoughts Infernal
And if you see me losing ground Don't be afraid to lie I know the pain inside my heart Can't break the fear inside of yours And if you see me losing
Dig yourself a shallow grave Your life is not the legacy of honor You would dig six feet for Broken is the way you came And broken is the way that you
It's in this wake that I find myself Losing the will to resume this Hell When every breath is a dying wish It's harder to follow the point of this This
A black heart in an empty shell Where the desperation laid waste, I am you A blank page in an unknown book And the opposition you face I am the endless
Don't leave us They said that you had gone astray Don't lead us Away from the light We stood behind the veil And watched you walk away from us You shattered
One more day This time I'll bite the bullet Let me stay And set this life ablaze Give myself to compromise And let the hammer fall From blackened eyes
Run Every second is a pure affliction But I can feel your pain Choke back the burn of wrath As they violate your name No sign of innocence In this godforsaken
Go Sixteen, oh holy day Your time has come and passed The rapture we've been waiting for Has come to us at last Sixteen for every fake Sixteen to every
Broken teeth, a shattered jaw Ten to one, behold my God Wicked sons of heaven's loss Raise your own inverted cross King's of earth, iron fist Serve the