الكلمات الأصلية
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lowpitch screaming from below
summoned by the howling of wolves
bloodred moon on darkest night
i leave the world of light behind
i drown in hell's fire
feeling calm in a cold breeze
under the black i hold my breath
and then try to breath
for me it is always the same
i feel the flames eternally
gates of hell are open wide
your god will die tonight
i drown in hell's fire
