Black Hypnosis کے بول

Rusty metal in form of skulls Barbwires, gasmasks suffocate the weak For chains are the demon's tools And Death is his name In front of a dying sight A window with a cross Shattered over human's blood Called a sadist, the perverse. A misanthropic approach of love A cruel seduction in bestial existence When days look the same And the sun seems to be forgotten The crack of doom will emerge again. Hungry eyes pierce the flesh Tyranny, a cold hate in the stream of light Bow, and feast on the wings The path of the beast was summoned The age of Satan no more lost Nuclear winds scything souls Where God was forgotten below.. Black Hypnosis, Black Hypnosis, Black Hypnosis