Twist, Nail, Torture - Astarte

Deliver your madness descent the grace

Suffer the darkness with joyful hate

All devotion a fusion of madness

Twist, Nail, Torture

No pain or sign of sorrow

No age or narrow death

No ending or coming evil

Deliver your madness descent the grace,

Suffer the darkness with joyful hate

All devotion a fusion of madness

Twist, Nail, Torture

my thoughts rest in silence

my self fall into emptiness

into delirium’s nights

It goes where midnight frosts my eyes