Paroles de Glory Of The Tyrant

Darkness rises so slowly when the light fades, until with frown in my forehead I walk a desolated path Arounded by insipid pines that feed Witches and Goblins, unholy souls behind me watch my steps without course. Dominated by vast hate that governs my being Blood desire makes me slave and tranforms my essence in a lurking fierce wolf with cold blood and Metal Heart with the claw made of steel... Ready to kill... ...The dark wood, guardian of beasts (receives) my abominable soul so I shelter there feeding my anger, taking weak hearts, I reduce' em to ashes, marking their cruel destiny, in my Hell I make them my eternal slaves. My eternal slaves!