Serving Him
Alberto Piccolo, Marco Zanin, Rocco Toaldo, Sara Bianchin
Three steps of fire
The feel of night
Blue spitting shadow
Becoming
Through present and past
The joy of fight
Invisible trait
And he left
He really wants you
He really wants you to Knowing who dares to Breed Pestilence
Serving Him
Serving Him
Erase your footsteps
Command you to
No thorns, no petals
Fake roses.
Embracing forces
Shed skin outside Morbid, nice torment Forecoming
He really wants you
He really wants you to
Knowing who dares to
Breed Pestilence
Serving Him
Serving Him
He really wants you
He really wants you to
Knowing who dares to
Breed Pestilence