Screams of Anguish are rising in the Land of Brahmn,
As the cult of Tugs, prepare the flesh for the grand godess,
allegiance raise panic within dementia,
WIth pride the offering lay waiting for theur cinsumation...
Vehement mistress of
My love has no limits in space and time,
Our souls are burning drowned in your sombre essence...
Ask and your request
will be granted by any crime... by any crime.
KALL, our time has just begun
KALL, seven names, seven Demons...
As my blood
flows for thee, take me into the absolute paradise.
Dissected hands, tortured skulls
Your set of death revealed all your
Within the shadows, Reign from east til West
Under the SATAN's realm or as a dominant goddess
Your are our
In all it's beauty and perfection