Lletres:
Old Man S Child Ill Natured Spiritual Invasion

: Sick is my spirit for I am bound to possess, sweet is my vengeance for i can taste it's blood blessed are my sins and all I with evil do, strong I

: Souls tied to the chains of life, the existence ruled by Gods light the preach of terror, impales our mind words of salvation the fictional rhymes

: A face so pale by fear I know you dream of me human I am watching you I make thoughts come true Trapped in a night so young in a place where the sun

: A being of evil nature son of deaths creator I am the one you fear the master of your despair Raised under satans spell inspired by the judgement bells