Black Mask Of Death - Devilyn

Black, burnt earth

Pants for blood like a thirsting

To give a fruit of a murder

And regain the lost dream

Dead warriors

Union with the fate

To renegate

To immemorial fight

And black angel

Has come with his procession

He looks at the gallows

Feeds his eyes with the death

Gallentry of the black multitude

Steped in burnt earth

Dead hands of demons

Swaying soaked weapon

My name is legion

Because there are many of us

Icy tentacles of death

Feed with dead ones