Flames Of Torment کے بول

Lumber churns it Wrath bears it Fire is the past Its embers extinct Dead. Lumber churns it Wrath bears it Torment is the present Naked, nude Skinned. Lumber churns it Wrath bears it Mighty future Pure, black power Chosen. Cutting fire's embers to death To feel the nakedness of pain skinned Let mighty pureness be guarded by chosen ones. Sew up you mouth, indigent one Let your eyes burn together Your body and soul be more foolish Live through pain and pitfall You are trampled down, dusted A mighty torture for you.