Paroles de Theme:As:Resurrection:Hades

Behold the child of doom stands before you Keep him in your arms Haunt with him your soul Pain is sweet like cold soft rain Lust is creeping through my veins Kneel, I say to my slaves Pray and hope you will be saved Pain, sometimes we feel alone Hate, sometimes our heart is stone Sloth, we are the tongue of Christ Cruel fate Pale, we are a race undead Greed, the angels dressed in red Shred, sometimes regret is dead The race that bleed Behold a prince of sins kneels before you Forgive him Molest him Enslave his cyan matter