Obscure Pleasure Of Death

Behind of colds and roughs walls
Into the most dark
Lives the unconscious being
That can get to dominate your self
The uncontrollable animal impulse
And wish for the death
I am the death!
You will be court eternally
And damnation to the suffering.

(Chorus)
I will dominate your soul
I will appropriate of your life
The eternal death!

To discover such demented wish
The happiness and horror
Will be your infinites owners
Death to your soul
The pleasure of the don't feel anything!

(Chorus)