Testo di Phlegethon

Pagan ritual, spill the blood of the virgin Darkness growing stronger with every stab Screams echo in the hallways of the underworld Manifested in choir of blackened, tainted cries It flows all red with boiling blood Filled with those who did wrong to god There's no way to escape the pain Your fate is sealed you can't run away Phlegethon Harm to thy brother Phlegethon Harm to thyself Phlegethon Harm onto god A curse you can't dispel And now you rot in hell Now suffer the second death Cerberus, the vicked beast Three heads guarding the circles Be devoured, take thy judgement See the truth and live through the pain The blood of acheron flows in thy veins Death is laughing the merriest of laughter The blade goes deeper inside the mortal flesh Channeling the energy to the one true god Wailing spirits tortured to unrest Falling deeper into darkness and despair