Where Darkness Always Reigned - Sear Bliss

The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams

There are butchered christian priests

Falling in the common grave

Blood of christ paints my face

Disgraced godly thoughts

Thousand believer’s souls

A burning church brings me joy

Many believers affection burns in there

My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy

Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre