Sear Bliss ...where The Darkness Always Reigned
The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams There are butchered christisn priests Falling in the common grave Blood of christ paints my face. Disgraced godly thoughts, Thousand believer's souls A burning church brings me jyoy, Many believers affection burns in there. My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy. Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.
