Death-Mask

In the Streams of Open Death - is it clearer?
 Do you know the devils pace - is it near you?
 The dust lays cold Hades awaits
 Ice burn your skin closer to death
 The ancient rise to crave on your soul
 In Dreams of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
 The flesh is bitter sweet
 the flesh that I will
 kill
 ride winged Satanist
 fight wars elitist
 steel claw rips your skin
 the pure clean cut...
 wins
 I sin when I want Satan
 I feel no more pain
 this fortified cunt Satan, I intend NOT to pay
 The dust lays cold Hades awaits
 Ice burn your skin closer to death
 The ancient rise to crave on your soul
 In Seas of Blasphemy we bathe November dawn
 The flesh is bitter sweet
 the flesh that I will
 kill