The first depth Before he built his six When you, the son of the guide, son of the transylvanian plague Started to fail, beneath the turkish rein We hail your grim arts of travesty, the pain was real Your arts of grim desseray Fear and death, agony and synestithy, to anyone who didn't obey you! The grim arts of disastrophy has started! Suffering for hours, under your sight The human race was suffering for your pure pleasure Spilling blood everywhere!
Stick a stake, into the victim's anus When his crys out to Started loaded forward Throughout The victim the stake
No mercy for the weak ones!
No mercy For the human race!
By the grim art of disastrophy We shall prevail our will Our obey, or you'll die We shall build again the order of the dragon! Our suffering empire!
The grim art of disastrivy shall return! We stand victorius! Hail son of the son He will come again, he will come again!
