Songtexte:
Infernal Torment

Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the enemy

Übersetzung: Infernalisch. The Endless Well Of Torment.

Übersetzung: Infernal Torment. Mach doch, was.

: Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the

as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape Hordes from infernal

abide in the pit of woe Crucified in the Abyss of Woe And for my crime, this is my time My unholy?crime The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin Licking

in blood I drawn secret visions of mankind an occult light hidden by centuries of sorrow will shine again in my church fear, hatred torment, these are

Dig yourself a shallow grave Your life is not the legacy of honor You would dig six feet for Broken is the way you came And broken is the way that you

A black heart in an empty shell Where the desperation laid waste, I am you A blank page in an unknown book And the opposition you face I am the endless