The killing is a need rots in the pain.
Fight for the fear of rights.
The time is set, scream for their help.
the darkest night.
The peeling is the skin rotting the soul.
Hailing for the chosen son.
Mortality the pain, fearing for the
Ravenge the chosen one.
The darkness falls beyond the grave.
Blessing ground in which they save.
Even though the
time has passed.
The souls are fried tonight in hell.
Rotting souls in fear of desperate need.
Serpent souls in bowels on
which to feed.
The devil dog is out for blood and parts.
The devil craves the blood we're thirsting on.
Help me I'm in
Help me I'm in pain.