Letra de Death Triumphant
(J. Nordavind '96)A cold sharpened blade Plunge through the skin. Death triumphant. Death the kingBlood on my hands. Blood on my lips I took the frail bliss of your eyes And its darker than you think...I violate. I come at night. My great endurance of body, mind and heartLet me take you through... A gust of wind. Torrent of rain. Blood and semen Murder is art The cold blade. The cold blade.