Songtext von Dark Primitive Cult

Like a roaring cacophony Militant sound of Black Metal Ripping down to a posoned aura of hate Holding the seeds of forbidden Isolated dissonant sounds Frostbitten in time, in darkness Genuine demons in human form Creating his own on the underground Ahead dwells a deep, dark impenetrable night Legions born from the flames of nihilism Weapons are blasphemy and fire A heavy artillery of sounds Powerful and infernal impulses Dark primitive cult