Idioma Origen:
In one last breath
You'll feel this damned old soul
- You'll see the things I see
For all these years
Of pain and sacrifice
- You'll know the pain I know
Of all these things
I offer unto you
- Infernal wisdom waits
Now unleashed
Like the flames of hate
- My sacrifice is made
Every note
And every word you hear
- Comes from deep within
An angry soul
That twists and turns inside
- Pondering this life
Crimson eyes
Staring through your lies
- Awakes the inner rage
Take my knife
Make my sacrifice
- You're my burnt offering
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Dark shadows fall on this sacred ground
Where true evil lies, summon them to rise
Take the traitors, thieves and liars
Feed them to the fire
But first, spread their blood around
The message will be found
Walk carefully my friends stab my back again
A warning from the sky
These are not idle threats my friends
We're slaughtering the lambs
True vengeance is on the rise
The traitors shall be damned
Cast their bodies to the flames
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Idioma Destino:
In one last breath
You'll feel this damned old soul
- You'll see the things I see
For all these years
Of pain and sacrifice
- You'll know the pain I know
Of all these things
I offer unto you
- Infernal wisdom waits
Now unleashed
Like the flames of hate
- My sacrifice is made
Every note
And every word you hear
- Comes from deep within
An angry soul
That twists and turns inside
- Pondering this life
Crimson eyes
Staring through your lies
- Awakes the inner rage
Take my knife
Make my sacrifice
- You're my burnt offering
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Dark shadows fall on this sacred ground
Where true evil lies, summon them to rise
Take the traitors, thieves and liars
Feed them to the fire
But first, spread their blood around
The message will be found
Walk carefully my friends stab my back again
A warning from the sky
These are not idle threats my friends
We're slaughtering the lambs
True vengeance is on the rise
The traitors shall be damned
Cast their bodies to the flames
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand
Burn your soul - Offer me good omen
Take your very life - This I command
Spill your blood - Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice - The hours close at hand