[Glad]



Cold, Inprisoned by Thoughts 

Awakeness grips, falling down 

I feel the Flames of Hell 

how did I end like this? 

Once I was bold and now 

I've Lost My Martyred Soul 



So Deep, my pain remains unchanged 

I want to feel the Delightful Taste of Blood 

Come forth Lord Lucifer 

Take My Martyred Soul 



Down I go to forget 

Flesh and Blood 

I give to Foe, Master Satan 

Welcome My Martyred Soul 



Warmness surrounds me 

In this place most obscene 

I kneel before Duke Astaroth 

Can thee feel My Martyred Soul? 



Inside, alone, my hate will grow 

Greater towards the day 

Gods Slay me Martyr 

Slay My Martyred Soul 



Grow Wrath Grow 

See that Doom I will show 

To the world that does not 

Recall My Martyred Soul