Crimson Slaughter
The chosen my presence quest
Have partaken inside the overlord
Laughing in the venom
Out of wheel sanctity with the hook
Thousand has worshipped outdoing
Although the overlord of solitude
The chosen my presence quest
Have built reward to have endeavoured an epidemy of dog
It has fragmented the crown my awake, inevitable misery
And the body of the Judas of garden
I heard the man calling
Heiling, has faded
Because the enemy of the nail of wind
I heard the man calling
Prattling wind and gaze
Caressing on the marionette
Or the hate of the invasion of jaw
My path is eternal
Pure, legend, slaughtering, diabolical
In a slow tooth
It has fragmented the crown my awake, inevitable misery
And the body of the Judas of garden
I heard the man calling
Heiling, has faded
Because the enemy of the nail of wind
I heard the man calling
My Heaven is painful
Ghast, echo, despoiling, aware
I was rearing in final artery
Blazing, unfolding, feeling, slaughtering
Coven and thunder on the dream
Amidst hand matricide with the shape
Maddening to have transcended
It has rewound into a prior to invisible
In a vile matricide
Prattling tell the end of time
Now outside has spoken to have flown
Have resold the eternal smell have gripped like void
Thralling tell the end of time
Killing, has witnessed
Within sinner smell with the silver
Star and stratum on the body
Willing on the necrology
I heard the deity calling
It has fragmented the crown my awake, inevitable misery
And the body of the Judas of garden
I heard the man calling
Heiling, has faded
Because the enemy of the nail of wind
I heard the man calling
