Στοίχοι:
Occult Elegy For The Weak

: Blasphemous-magician, seeking hidden knowledge Craving for achievement in this world and beyond Chanting ancient spells at abandoned dark tombs Learning

: Nocturnal predator is looking for prey Terror strikes in the dead of night Hell has sent an angel of wrath And murder fills the city with fright Blessed

horror of enduring nothingness No reason to live on, in this endless misery For years I have struggled, alas to no avail Seeking for fulfillment, yet

the enemy, through nuclear detonation Religious insanity, manifesting through terror Opening the gates, apparition of horror Jetblack demons leave their subterranean caves Heading for

they must Rebel priest for the outcasts Sharing his beloved whores While unfolding his vision To prepare for the final war Gathering arms in their compound For

Circled by enemy troops, certain death Lines overrun, outnumbered by advancing hordes No surrender, chances for escape do not exist Hopelessly, fighting for

my hands I just want you to die To feel my fucking hate You'll have no chance to pray This is your final fate Face the execution My blade thirsts for

I made a pact and ritualized Evoked the demons in sinister rites Torture animals to express my malice Thoughman is a more worthy prey I show contempt for your weak

Nocturnal predator is looking for prey Terror strikes in the dead of night Hell has sent an angel of wrath And murder fills the city with fright Blessed