Lyrics:
Bathory Requiem

my lips because likewise I die I kill Crimson vision, inspiration now it is time to ink my pen and to summon my last strenght to write my requiem Covered

: Burning limbs and deformed steel The shells cuts through the sky The corpses fills the the endless fields It's shoot to kill or die The gas pours

: Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That

: Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire

: Trembling soft skin wrapping shuddering warm flesh blood pulsating through the veins Tool insertion science not perversion the end result justifies

: The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge

The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing

System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams kind

Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That