Suffocating without being able to breathe
of inside of the cursed viscera
I it cannot see the end of the abyss
guiding me for I smell it of rotten
until the valley of the souls
Cursed creatures they came to my meeting
making bizarre questions
of deep of the valley I could listen
infernal screams
Driven crazy souls
wanting to take me for the line of pain
in the line of pain the charming death
it followed the line with its marker
marking six hundred and sixty and six
rivers of wash and acid, they surrounded the valley of the shades
protected for demons of the forest
The blackout fills the neon blue sky
one strong light if approaches to aeon
making the Aurora borealis
The stronger shouts are each time
I listen to a child cry asking for milk
of the leprous Chests of its mother
The line is following
if it approached my time
to mark the 666
666 mark its children
with the mark of the beast
666 mark its children
with the mark of the beast
In deep of the valley of the shades no I could leave to listen
cursed moaned and shouts of raped girls being
some deprived of virginity others sacrificed the service of satan
Infernal Screams
I continue to hear
Infernal Screams
they do not leave my head
Infernal Screams
lost in the world of the Beast