Bringer Of Blasphemy letra

I grip my battlesword, fighting with the wind,
cut my enemies heads off.
Floating all around, riding my white horse,
battleing the blackest ones of all!

Bringer of Light!
Bringer of Death!
Come and slit my wrists!
Bringer!

Bringer of light, come to me now,
looking over the likes of snow.
Massive figure floating above,
moon, fog and fire.
Battle!

Exitium - Letras

• Angelae Meretrices
• Bringer Of Blasphemy
• Cold Winds of Grimness
• Lusus Cum Daemonibus
• Moenia Aspiciens
• Mundus Putescens
• Rapio Et Quiesco
• Satans Empire Arriving at Desolate Earth
• Soul Winter of Decadence
• The Dark Gaylord Arising
• Thesaurus Mali
• Victory of Damned Souls
• You Burn in the Flames of Hell