Warlock के बोल

I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women Twisted their pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness All that I touch and contemplate must slowly perish in suffering I am the wizard born from a blazing coal Inhabiting the tombs of the human kind No prayer can save you, the nights are too Black for the angels, it's pointless to flee I see where you are in the ravens'eyes I will shred your spirit On your face shines the cadaveric reflection This life breathes anguish Soon the moon will light up the marble of your grave on which I will drop dispair flower The shining stars of heaven dye my icy eyes My scorn for the mortals is rocked by the angels cries Ravens