Connect to hell
Mayhem your soul
With a mystic evil
By my control
Pictures of death
Submerge in blood
The madhouse of jesus killer
Absolve you, for the insanity
Yes, I live to torture the christians
The supremacy of darkness rise and destroy the world
Everytime you kill your god
Your thirst reduce
Alleviate your soul
Amplify your powers
Create the disorder
By the grace of Satan
Your pain exists because you don't belive in devil
Extend me your hand and come to born the infidels
I am the blesser of night
Psychotic, the satan's knight
My arms are open to redungn your insolence
Liberating the burn staying to aquander you
My heart is pure hate and now you will be finished
The corrosive feeling begin to murder you
Vector - Visceral Attack Lyrics
Vector - Visceral Attack Lyrics
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Connect to hell
Mayhem your soul
With a mystic evil
By my control
Pictures of death
Submerge in blood
The madhouse of jesus killer
Absolve you, for the insanity
Yes, I live to torture the christians
The supremacy of darkness rise and destroy the world
Everytime you kill your god
Your thirst reduce
Alleviate your soul
Amplify your powers
Create the disorder
By the grace of Satan
Your pain exists because you don't belive in devil
Extend me your hand and come to born the infidels
I am the blesser of night
Psychotic, the satan's knight
My arms are open to redungn your insolence
Liberating the burn staying to aquander you
My heart is pure hate and now you will be finished
The corrosive feeling begin to murder you
Mayhem your soul
With a mystic evil
By my control
Pictures of death
Submerge in blood
The madhouse of jesus killer
Absolve you, for the insanity
Yes, I live to torture the christians
The supremacy of darkness rise and destroy the world
Everytime you kill your god
Your thirst reduce
Alleviate your soul
Amplify your powers
Create the disorder
By the grace of Satan
Your pain exists because you don't belive in devil
Extend me your hand and come to born the infidels
I am the blesser of night
Psychotic, the satan's knight
My arms are open to redungn your insolence
Liberating the burn staying to aquander you
My heart is pure hate and now you will be finished
The corrosive feeling begin to murder you