Death-Mask - Aura Noir

In the Streams of Open Death — is it clearer???

Do you know the devils pace — is it near you???

The dust lays cold Hades awaits

Ice burn your skin closer to death

The ancient rise to crave on your soul

In Dreams of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn

The flesh is bitter sweet

The flesh that I will

Kill

Ride winged Satanist

Fight wars elitist

Steel claw rips your skin

The pure clean cut…

Wins

I sin when I want Satan

I feel no more pain

This fortified cunt Satan, I intend NOT to pay

The dust lays cold Hades awaits

Ice burn your skin closer to death

The ancient rise to crave on your soul

In Seas of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn

The flesh is bitter sweet

The flesh that I will

Kill