Good turns to hellish evil in one dark bloody night Now there is satan's darkness where there once was god's light Evil ones watch as the holy church
Ignite the candles of hell burn to my coven's spell Bound by human flesh recite the book of the dead
Taunted and controlled by hell demons in my mind now dwell Speaking in voices that aren't mine darkness and my soul combine Forces make me take the knife
Conscious mind is closed off to reality Mutilation of my soul comes in gradually Nightmares of flame come into sight To hell my mind takes its subconscious
Quest for blood liquidate my prey Virtulent intention your asphyxiation Seed the cyanide malicious kill Necrophile desire the pit of fire Horrid assassin
Put her on the altar, tie her down secure She will soon die, her soul is still pure Her body is trembling it's filled with fear She'll lose the life
As I come at your door I'll have you scream for more I'll make you run and bleed But when I leave you will fucking scream Your death is near Taken by
I kill without mercy and with ease I put away whoever whenever I please Don't try to stop me you think you're brave But when it's all over you will be
Sorcery to give me force Towards the church I feel no remorse Invoking satan for my work this night Now you will feel hell's might Witch hunt to destroy
[music - johnny] [lyrics - johnny] you pray the lord to save save your soul from hell to keep a place in paradise when you die in vain you blow your
Here upon the devils altar. Up is down Here upon the devils altar. Darkness is light Here upon the devils altar. Slaves are free Here upon the devils
The way is through the pain Always charge, never fake Honorship, make your stand Live for honor, glory Death in Fire Don't tell what is here Face it
Bloody oblation of the victims called to die The gates of hell are open for their souls Burning voices of fire rise from pits of hell Unholy blasphemy
Cambio strada cerco fortuna perche non c?e niente Questo sogno che da coraggio in me Anche se ero stato un po? male io cercavo il miele Nel progetto
Bracconieri ridono alle spalle/ sparano tra la folla/ follia collettiva Psicopatici/ volteggiano come rapaci sugli apatici Catene al naso e cappio al collo/ seduti sulla nitroglicerina Qualcuno rantola/ morso da tarantola Qualcuno brancola nel
per un mestiere antico come il mondo zappo con una zeppa in un locale pieno zeppo, un fiacco a fianco zuppo, sono tre ore che ti darei fuoco con una
Cerco una storia che abbia un lontano finire.... Fuoco ed asfalto si ghiacciano sotto di me Voglio restare presente nel tempo che vivo Voglio toccare
dentro a un mondo spesso troppo affollato chissa perche? e solo il pensiero che lascia la scia , la scia di un gioco, di un gioco finito nel fuoco perso nel