Vuole l'anima, vuota e gelida
I've travelled for long through ruins and plagues
I've lived through the horrors of war
That scattered my hopes my very own soul
Through demons and sorrows untold
Exorcist
Yet your barren face reveals not unease
A morbid pleasure instead I sense that you feel
For Horror pleases
the ones who dare beat
the Ways of Descention!
Exorcist
You shall forever be bound
To the pacts of your ruin
To Darkness …
I've listened to voices arising from graves
The piercing cold chime of old bells
My moral was lost before I could rot
Amidst fumes and perfumes of hell
Have mercy upon me oh God
After Thy great goodness
Wash me throughly from my wickedness
And cleanse me from my sin
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