Letra de Death-Mask
In the Streams of Open Death - is it clearer? Do you know the devils pace - is it near you? The dust lays cold Hades awaits Ice burn your skin closer to death The ancient rise to crave on your soulIn Dreams of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn The flesh is bitter sweet The flesh that I will KillRide winged Satanist Fight wars elitist Steel claw rips your skin The pure clean cut... WinsI sin when I want Satan I feel no more pain This fortified cunt Satan, I intend NOT to payThe dust lays cold Hades awaits Ice burn your skin closer to death The ancient rise to crave on your soulIn Seas of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn The flesh is bitter sweet The flesh that I will Kill