In the Streams of Open Death - is it clearer?
Do you know the devils pace - is it near you?
The dust lays cold Hades awaits
Ice burn your skin closer to death
The ancient rise to crave on your soul
In Dreams of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
The flesh is bitter sweet
the flesh that I will
kill
ride winged Satanist
fight wars elitist
steel claw rips your skin
the pure clean cut...
wins
I sin when I want Satan
I feel no more pain
this fortified cunt Satan, I intend NOT to pay
The dust lays cold Hades awaits
Ice burn your skin closer to death
The ancient rise to crave on your soul
In Seas of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
The flesh is bitter sweet
the flesh that I will
kill