| Lyrics |
The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams
There are butchered christisn priests
Falling in the common grave
Blood of christ paints my face.
Disgraced godly thoughts,
Thousand believer's souls
A burning church brings me jyoy,
Many believers affection burns in there.
My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy.
Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.
|