Cursed Witch کے بول

My ruined ancient fortress Demons walk around A black spell fortify the witches The unholy spell to bring death Belial, your old sanctuary is here, where the pure will feel its dark power Humans being torture, bloods smells on morning Sacrifice, a corpse on pentagram Humans being torture, bloods smells on morning,humans being torture The blood on pentagram Witches come to bring horror Them just wanna feed me with rotten blood My ruined ancient fortress Demons walk around A black spell fortify the witches Come to the curse forest, demons walk around looking for human flesh A frezzing wind is the herald of hypothermia Belial, your own sanctuary in here, where the pure fire its dark power Belial, your old sanctuary is here, where the pure will feel its dark power