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King of the slaves

Lord of the eternal death

Spectres and demons lie

The day of the death awaits.

Chorus:

Look now your executions

Excited it hurts you

It lacerate you

It domain you

My eyes with hate look

That image of blasphemy

Full of vengeance and hate

The day awaits

To see the fall of your empire.

The world hope salvation from you

Blind of ignorance they sick

The time of the shadows arrive

Five points reflex into the ball.

The signs of my face are reflexed

In the prodigal blood of your being

And the excitating pleasure come

With your lost life.