Paroles: Tidfall. Instinct Gate. For What The Flesh Holds.

Release!
Release your demons!

I am the one, the reviling one
Piercing through your skin
Cutting your flesh to let evil in

Frostbitten steel against soft smooth skin
An angel cut open to let evil in
Nocturnal emission to light's decay
Impaling darkness dawn betrays

Chaos commands the infernal form

Through chasms wings of impurity storm
Channeling the power from weakness implore
Turn it to hate in the dark hordes swords, inspirited: