Advocate and friend of blasphemy
I sold my soul for nothing
I trusted in the demons of frailty
To be the wicked king
Pursued by the witch hunters
Cursed by your fault dirty bitch
My bones will be crushed by the wolves
And the serpents will drink my blood
Cult of fear and terror
Bloody dirty wounds
Unfaithful priestesses
Raped by the dogs of war
Death rises upon the golden shore
Come to claim what he belongs
The head of you infidels
Who had follow me
The wicked king