There is clay
and black clay.
It still lives.
Silvot. In vain?
I have iron in my hand
It still lives.
Would you like to be the slaughter
who prays before me?
Alone you came, alone you go.
Take your path to darkness.
Would you like to be the slaughter
who prays in front of me?
Alone you came, alone you go.
Take your path to darkness.
My anger rapes.
To taste his own flesh.
It still lives.
This charm of darkness,
where even one shines.
It still lives.
Would you be the slaughter
who prays before me?
br/>Alone you came, alone you go.
Take your path into darkness.
Would you like to be the slaughter
who prays before me?
Alone you came, alone you go.
Take your path into darkness.
aargh!!