[words: Rion Lipynsky] -reserve the right to vanish -reserve the right to incinerate -preserve the fight for lust -preserve the height for might So horrified by the hallowed halls which s** my inners towards the hellish hatred. The chasms of struggle, deep down in the valley of the conquerors frequency. So I sold my soul to Lucifer, he said to me.. "Act dead and sing my song" Insert the devil of hope in my weapon, I aim without discretion.