Septic incarnate
An enemy until your death
Scorn of the earth
Yo each his own
To me the most
By my hands you will feel my wrath
On your knees before me
I humiliate, I torture
I celebrate your failures
To me the most
To you nothing
An enemy until your death
Scorn of the earth
Yo each his own
To me the most
By my hands you will feel my wrath
On your knees before me
I humiliate, I torture
I celebrate your failures
To me the most
To you nothing