الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Possessed my mind controlled
By torturous dark entertees
Demons of black contort my
Soul in my own home
They speak these words with
Pudrid dialogs of mysery
My veins begin to burst
So morbidly deformed
Taking of this flesh
Taking of the soul and all its existence
Destroy
We are the chosen ones
The torturous dark entertees
Demons of black we do not care
For the grace of God
This sorcery, diseased
With contorted brutality
We are the ones breakers of the soul
Horders of your nightmares twisting
You will sucum but not for long
Can you feel your bady crippling
