That man is pale as death
That makes death with his glance
Who knows, what that would be
But i don't want it to go away
Eyes are grim, glows in the dark
And with his soul, leads the minds
is that born from 'devil' itself
that man as pale as death with a pox
spreads death, Old Incapable Man
now the rise out of the grave has started
The Hell's army comes from the land
crams evilness to peoples' heads
You couldn't believe that brutality
f*uck, this all pain
Heads and hands fall
and all people pray
The dark angels doings are quite a show
Black hearts and burning flame in eyes