Bloodstained Hate

Let's go

Oh lord, the wicked comes to me
There's nothing I can do
With bloodstained hands in my mind
And endless fear in my head

You become the martyr, blinded by the faith
The nines are walking, trapped in the consciousness
Thunder and lightning devasting all on its way

This hate is near, these sacrifices cutting the flesh

To feed with preys these ravenous gods
A light burn in the sky
Hell waiting the new souls

The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning
Ah Puch, Metnal
Ah Puch, Metnal

Metnal is rising, Ah Puch god is smiling
His putrefied smell will rot you to the core

The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning devasting

Dancing with dead
Bloostained hate on the back

To feed with preys these ravenous gods
A light burn in the sky
Hell waiting the new souls