Beneath the ChapelShow me the place where freedom sleeps within
Take me to the ruins among the graves hidden
I'll pay with gold, take whatever you want
Just let me see those crypts of the old
How long are those trees dead?
Can you hear something eating through them?
I'm not sure anymore but I'm not afraid
Boot Knife SacrificeTowards the leader's desert grave
Devils ride for he's the one to be raised
And when the motors' cry is still
The unholy ritual can begin
Their eyes gleam but not of dopesmoke
It's the ritual flames that steal the souls
Push the whore in the circle's centre
Children of the ZoneIt's day again and we're living on borrowed time
We'll chase our dreams until we die
The ones with Devil's stars and circled A
Stay away from them is what they always say
Misanthropes by some, godless scum by others
I feel nothing inside but a lust for vengeance
Hiding Is so FutileOf all the gangs, he chose Adam's
Now he leads the pack in the name of Satan
Barren wastelands, where they ride
High on hatred, fearing none
Chosen ones
Wretched outlaws
Fiends's voice
Holy PlaceFebruary eve, her evil death
Father's angel, temptress to others
Into the chapel, had to held rites
Over her cursed catafalque
Second night, my hair turned grey
Wicked beauty, I'm getting insane
Laying dead, looking so alive
Sell Your SoulWould you sell your soul?
Chained to the altar yet free
Would you sell your soul?
Down here with me, to Him
Let it burn your mind
Until you start to feel love
Let it burn your mind