Testo di The Realm Of Satan

The smell of death is persecuted Between rags of humankind A crowd of flesh and bones burn Burn inside of the God´s empire Irritating faces distorted Exposing their frustrated lives Humiliation for those who kill Kill themselves day, day by day The realm of Satan Misters of violence Damnation in a big scale All slaves, slaves of hate Limitation of grotesque souls Mouths that only talk about misery Dangerous conformation And before the great abyss the dirty way Savored by the filthy creatures. The realm of Satan