Falling through orchids of flames
Wicked scenes of decay
I wish this was penance
It’s only slaughter
The light that blinds
Burns and rapes the senses
My skin is full of blisters
My mouth tastes like sulfur
And my guts are filled with filth
Hell’s a wicked place for those who fear to die
You carried a loaded gun for
So long
And time takes no mercy
For idiocy, the price you paid was blood
Now you’ve fell into Crassus lair
Pay the price with blood
Fernando Benitez introduced me to this band, I love the power, density and National identity of the music and the artists behind this. You won't go wrong. Luis Prado