Testo di Heretic

Burning church, blood on hands Mass murder of men bearing unknown names Drop dagger to ground, dirt is covered with human filth Risen hands tremble to the sight of diabolical fate Heretic Running blind Blackened tongue speaks of demonic truth Why must thou follow such satanic, acts of death? Let the inquisition grant you peace, and let Jesus grant you strength (My path is by the Devil's), God's light never shed on me With my claws I shall rip your flesh and with my wings I'll fly Forever drop my shadow on squirming, dying victims In hell I shall reign and claim the throne my own!