Paroles de Enslave the Weak

Unleashed by the fire I'm your deepest fear Burning in your mind Opposite of heaven Truth no near Rulers of this world In number they are seven Emerged with hate Soaked with blood Everlasting pain You have had not. Useless being I'm your deepest fear Embraced by the devil Feed me your anger Find your true desire Slaviors In number they are seven. Satan's spawn of endless rage In times unknown, of the endless age. Emerged with hate Emerged with hate Soaked with blood Everlasting pain You have had not