This Vale - Curse
текст песни

I stand before the altar of the lord
Nothing matters anymore
We Will thin out of heard at his last
We Will revive our father's past

Satsns's Gates Will open before us
All the sinners Will regret their acts
In the cradle of night, and in the shadow yours
Human scourge is coming, it cannot be stopped

Curse. Our filthy world. I hope. Their skull crumble. Rivers of blood are flowing. My prayer is heard. I find the place. Where are they. Will. Rotting!!

My anger overwhelms me
Peneterates inside and accumulate for years
Only strong must remain. But unfortunatly, we are not
I will sacrifice myself to the sake of creating a New world
Dreaming about New empire, no tyranny, just New order
Heil satan, Heil my lord, i've been waiting for you to come
im ready to kill myself to make things better