Interceptor

 

OOh, my son, seems you’ve lost your throne
Strangling, torturing,
Dreaming brand new death
March for one more soul,

Unhuman
Stalking every darken place
Drooling from excitement
Brain on fire, spark in the eyes

Virulent desire, eating flesh
Skin crawled rotten breath
Rest you’ll need, he’s out, released
Pray for quick death

Now you feel my pain!

Screams resounding through the dungeon
He’s beneath the shroud in illusory dream
Crawling tears, panic wrap
And agony will be swallowed

Executioners flying
Around the impaled body stabbed by sins
Carbonized him in 1000 fires
Suffering is the cure, darkside is assured

Underworld is waiting no more
Finaly hell has found you
Twist confession, no more signs
You dissapear, dissapear, dissapear