Текст песни What Fresh Hell

Take wings at Midnight,

Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon

Her thoughts become scarcely human,

They infest and cloud her mind

And she longs for this rotting ill,
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And the grim bolt of her king

She waits in bestial desire to meet her master's last words

"Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power...

I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace...

Taking wings at midnight"