اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You sense the presence of the Devil
As fear crawls under your skin
Sweaty hands hold tight the cross of Jesus
As hordes of black arise
It's like a jump into the dark void
With your feet tied
Absurd beliefs of blind salvation
Time to let the saints cry
He's there, but you won't see him
His face, grinning with spite
Your nightmares don't disappear with daylight
Still sure about that wretched dude?
Await the blackest of omens!
Let the whips crack, unholy and severe
Let those bloody wounds delight the infernal charioteer
