اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fist in the face for the time smothered angel
By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow
Open now dear blood soaked soil
By Satan I pour magma down throat
Come ghost faced hungry shadows of shadows, shadows
By Satan I drink the darkness they drool
With victorious weapons
I will melt every angels wings
Triumph of the will
Striking to kill
Triumph of the will
Striking to kill
Cloak the earth with a thousand nights
And a billion dead
We toast and drink from and chalice
Filled with shreds of life
And I know my eyes are knifes
To shred every fucking stream
Of Christian light
