Buried deep in my own subconscious Minds strive for outside In the snowstorm of the north cold winter I call demons to rise Tormented souls of the mortal sinners Rise to take a one's revenge In the snowstorm of the north cold winter I bite them with the endless hate
Free my reason which blind Demons call me and I cry Bless me in insanity Reek is all what I feel Ancient rites becomes so real And I hear sounds of steel Sacrificial fire burns Mortal hour so long
Won't I come burning...the world is watching Could I imagine the pain Voices from the stars crush my rest and I hear I'm heretic! Yes! Anger and hate so I burn and suffer That breeds the fear in me Feeding on lies my belief They damn my family till the seven knee
