Tortured Soul

I stand beside the dissection table
Sharpening the razors and open your Body
Heartblood gush forth - scatter the entrails

Tortured is my Soul!

Your warm blood is the evils wine
Destroying you means satisfying my hunger
My black and evil Transylvanian hunger
Your god is dethroned - Satan rules!

- Scream -
- Scream -
Black Metal
War
Now it's time
Die
Now it's time
Die
March with us or...
Die!