Текст песни Judas Iscariot - From Hateful Visions

Dark of the places I saw -
And the flames, all the greatness of the fire.
As it is unusual for me!

Looking down all the bolder,
I silently flew
From the hills, plains, fields,
Lands where your god fell.
And dying all around.
And yet - my weak cry.
And not escape the torment.
And cry just for a moment.

And the clock is flowing.
And the place - the elixir.
The strongest of the masters,
Vegetable garden is my world
From ancient wounds (visible damage)
From hatred to them.

Call Devil beautiful.
And in the heart of the ice - not a myth.

And soul requires
Lord of return.
I yell, crumbling enemies -
And this is all my way.
The forgiveness of sins.
The darkness of my Hell.
I do not well.
I Death of a mile total.

Hell dungeon
You are my sister.