Thirteen january of 2002, surges a big, strong and
wonderfull strenght of blasphemy, the proper hell to
any christian, nothing more, nothing less only us!
Young adorers, about all that go against, the bible
and the life
We have unified ourselves to be only one, the infernal
blasphemy that comes to spread death and hate, on each
note, each drumstick crash, sanguinary and morbid
words.
Makes the aggressive melody to awake, your worst fears
(your worst fears) and angryes
So fuck you, get a gun
Do a big mess, kill´em all
Torture the Christians, because you can
We are the best, killer minds
Infernal blasphemy, fighting side by side
Aggressivity, is the key word to win, happiness is a
thing that I, only see on death and on destruction,
just like a pale morbid woman, who sets me on fire
Young adorers, of all that go against, the bible and
the life.
Along we fuck, she whisper in my ears, destroy the
feeble churches, and I obey to this perverse and sweet
ask, and in front of the destroyed church destroyed by
me, a horned figure gives me it´s hand and say´s:
Thank you my son, future owner of the devil´s throne
"2x"