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