Besatt - Fallen Angel


Empty cemetery sepulchral fog 
Known smell of decay soaks through my body 
Aged tombstones destroyed by time 
Sinful souls moans I hear in my imagination 

I go forward into the abbeys 
Instinct pushes me 

The torches brightness lights up the way 
Around the echo of chain which I'm pulling behind me 
Dried tree is rocking by wind 
Sitting black raven's terrifying screaming 

The great fire lights catacombs 
The great fire opens the gate of hell 

Hell is calling me 

Delight 
Death 
Hate 
Satan 
Wisdom 
Evil 
Truth 
Satan 

Angel of death are humming song 
Condemners in chains are suffering in the name of god 
Styks river purple of the blood 
I am proudly standing in the line of fallen angels of death

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