Текст: Fleshcrawl. Creation Of Wrath.

Dark and cold as my body awakes
Deep in the tomb of the night
Woke by the call of the undead I rise
Revenging their souls before the light

Prepare the abysmal path
Beyond the creation of wrath
Out on frozen blood
Out to kill in wrath

Sent from hell as the creature of the night
The light I must not see
Twisted and burned I'm a slave to black art
The forces of death I will lead

Out in the night hunting and haunting
Revenging the lost tortured souls
I won't find no rest till I'm ending this quest
Before I return to my grave

Messenger of the dead and the lost
Destined to bring out their wrath
Protecting the unholy caverns of hell
Witchery's demonic spell

Hacking and killing and strangling to death
The victim is now sacrificed
Nothing is sacred but evil is real
Feasting a dead carnal meal

Beyond the creation of wrath

Death is all I see
My immortality
Out on frozen blood
To tear their souls apart

As I kill