Besedila:
Blood Profanity

Winter - the morning fog arise the land Black - creatures enter the sand PROFANITY - to the dark cold breath Never - stay close to the high grass Reward

Winter - the morning fog arise the land Black - creatures enter the sand PROFANITY - to the dark cold breath Never - stay close to the high grass Reward

the words of evil We call for Lucifer And sacrifice to our lord In the dying light of our candles We summon the dark of night We raise our blood filled

In an empire of mutilated silhouettes Where shadows tell tales of nocturnal dark enigmas Who curse the very ground they walk on Who cause the feeble

Lies and deceit, innocence punished The guilty weep, pain-no remorse Blasphemy drunken my soul [x2] Feeling the power, watching them cower Instinctive killing, holy blood