They eat through your head And straight to your brain The decisions they make Slowly drive you insane This is the brotherhood of satan And they're forcing
T'was a man of youthful features T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes Watching out by looking inward Tall and stately and full of life In his life, he spoke
Превод: НОРТХСТАР. Мој Висхинг Велл Деисеасе.
Превод: Пентаграм. Деист.
Превод: САД. Деист.
