Hell At Last — текст песни (Centurian)

The second Death becomes me
as I stand in front of god
I swear out loud I Hate him, Kill him
and that he will rot
I must burn in Hell, suffer
and pay for my sins
but god`s the one who is loosing
Satan always wins

Hell at last
I`m dying fast
Through the gates
into the regions of Hell
Eager to meet the angel
who fell

Faul, nasty god
It`s not heaven I wish to go
I`d rather die forever
I`m of Satan`s bloodline

I will make your angels Kill for me
I, profider of Death
I, ensnarer of life
I will mark the angels as mine

So plaque me with those pathetic angels
highest in degree
I will make them kill for me
I will mark them as mine