كلمات Lost Souls

Fire of black demons lightnings in the dark Whispers of creeping shadows evil never dies Storms of darkness are on their way To catch your soul and bring it to hell Streets of the undead cross The streets of the living Death and destruction is all they are giving Hordes of evil on their march of pain Let the fire of destruction rain Burning heat will reach you kneel down for the lord He will laugh and torture you Lost souls on their way on the river of death they sail Lost souls in hell on their aim is torture and pain Eternal torture is the price for all the things you've done The brain and heart is screaming There is no way to run Look in your hellfire pain waits for you Hear the laughing of demons you must be their guest