Paroles:
Bathory In Conspiracy With Satan

of death Slowly blackening the sky I read the book of spell I chimed death's ancient bell and when I die I have a place reserved in hell In conspiracy with Satan

of death Slowly blackening the sky I read the book of spell I chimed death's ancient bell and when I die I have a place reserved in hell In conspiracy with Satan

of death Slowly blackening the sky I read the book of spell I chimed death's ancient bell and when I die I have a place reserved in hell In conspiracy with Satan