Wandering, lost in the dark winding labyrinth of words,
Sounds, smells
I’ve searched for christ, i’ve prayed him
When my soul troubled in dark viscosity of a painful abyss
I didn’t receive help, i had no answers...
From he whom helps, from he whom answers
I didn’t receive help, i had no answers...
From he whom helps, from he whom answers

Because my sin lives in my look
That doesn’t lower down for the forgiveness

Satan’s breed in blasphemous eyes
Satan’s breed in blasphemous eyes

I expiate the punishment for my sins
Proud of their existence
Neither son of christ nor of god
But of the morbid thought of the angel that offended christ,
That offended god
His inheritance is my destiny:
In front of christ, in front of god,
My millenary eyes will dominate the ultimate war

Satan’s breed in blasphemous eyes

Satan’s breed in blasphemous eyes