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Infernal Torment

Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the enemy

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: Beneath the battlefields burns the fire of the ancients I call upon the demons Abbadon, Berith and Satan As the blaze of the ancient cult burns the

And if you see me losing ground Don't be afraid to lie I know the pain inside my heart Can't break the fear inside of yours And if you see me losing

It's in this wake that I find myself Losing the will to resume this Hell When every breath is a dying wish It's harder to follow the point of this This

Don't leave us They said that you had gone astray Don't lead us Away from the light We stood behind the veil And watched you walk away from us You shattered

Run Every second is a pure affliction But I can feel your pain Choke back the burn of wrath As they violate your name No sign of innocence In this godforsaken

Broken teeth, a shattered jaw Ten to one, behold my God Wicked sons of heaven's loss Raise your own inverted cross King's of earth, iron fist Serve the