Besatt - Fallen Angel |
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Fallen Angel
Besatt 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 Sitting black raven's terrifying screaming Dried tree is rocking by wind 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 |
