Testo di Black Mask Of Death

Black, burnt earth pants for blood like a thirsting to give a fruit of a murder and regain the lost dream. Dead warriors union with the fate to renegate to immemorial fight. And black angel has come with his procession. He looks at the gallows, Feeds his eyes with the death. Gallentry of the black multitude steped in burnt earth. Dead hands of demons swaying soaked weapon. My name is legion because there are many of us. Icy tentacles of death feed with dead ones.