Come forth demons Breathe through the walls that entomb you
The sword of my armour My wind of of something darker The hole of my grave dug deeper The hymms of my funeral get louder The evil tyrant I was I am Laughter for lust I greed The spells of my spirit This world I now leave
My sword might be rusty My mind may be old But no one can change my faith It has been foretold
I am a harbour for restless demonsouls I have left nothing Two demong eight Spirits
Later eight spirits will be left to me Then I shall be for all eternity
