Teksty:
Witchery Restless Dead

Bring the infant, who speaks in tounge An exorcism, shall soon be done Bannish the evil, that rules this child I hope the priest will hurry to come We

pain that rages here I have nothing to fear Steaming red hot pistons, hells machine at work Rusted iron sceptres, impaled the thousands burn Dark and dead

restless - and the Dead Hunger - for the flesh of the people who are still alive Open grave - the Dead will rise Rise! We're the restless - and the Dead

candles burn so bright,we start to chant thy name Satana The circle starts to glow, hear the spirits scream A demon from below, black - with eyes that gleam Witchery

I'm the almighty, the king of the kills Armageddons father, I'm lurking in darkness, ready to take your body and your soul The Reaper, the Reaper I'