Cold hands are grabbing the blackened sky,
among the living ones now cutting all the ties.
The breath of fire, evil in the breeze, demons
admire the one that never flees.
Gasping for air
and bulging red eyes.
God made him swear,
won't come back alive.
Murders of ravens block the sun,
ear deafening low volcano's hum.
Devilium!
Scaling the tower, fulfill the need
and angels will cower before they bleed.
Gasping for air, bulging red eyes and
God made him swear, won't come back alive.
Murders of ravens block the sun,
ear deafening low volcano's hum.
Devilium!