Sorcier Des Glaces - From The Deepest Pits Of Hell

Dare to find peace... In the shadows form the older tower Purgatory for human souls As I wonder through the Night of torments Chasing for a piece of human flesh Under the sign of the Pentagram I light the black flame And mark the world of Mortals with my scythe The undead awaits your soul From the deepest pits of Hell Rites of destruction Through carnage and blood I will remain the one who stand tall Crushing the Throne of Heaven I will remain silent and cold as ice To hunt and kill again in morbid visions Convert all dreams to nightmares Turn all waters into blood Curse all virgins to become whores And drink the poison of Hell No more traces of Christian blood Up the mountains of sorrow Cleaning all Heaven from goodness The rites of Ancient Times begin Dare to find peace... I will remain silent and cold as ice To hunt and kill again in morbid visions I light the black flame And mark the world of Mortals with my scythe The undead awaits your soul From the deepest pits of Hell Dare to find peace...