Thirteen january of 2002, surges a big, strong and wonderfull strenght of blasphemy, the proper hell to any christian, nothing more, nothing less only us! Young adorers, about all that go against, the bible and the life We have unified ourselves to be only one, the infernal blasphemy that comes to spread death and hate, on each note, each drumstick crash, sanguinary and morbid words. Makes the aggressive melody to awake, your worst fears (your worst fears) and angryes
So fuck you, get a gun Do a big mess, kill´em all Torture the Christians, because you can We are the best, killer minds Infernal blasphemy, fighting side by side
Aggressivity, is the key word to win, happiness is a thing that I, only see on death and on destruction, just like a pale morbid woman, who sets me on fire Young adorers, of all that go against, the bible and the life. Along we fuck, she whisper in my ears, destroy the feeble churches, and I obey to this perverse and sweet ask, and in front of the destroyed church destroyed by me, a horned figure gives me it´s hand and say´s: Thank you my son, future owner of the devil´s throne “2x”