Conjuring is for my weaker side
That Maggot filled worthless rotten corpse
Beautiful side filled with perfection
The side which knows what real fear is
When i walk in the dark forest
I am not afraid anymore
Because i accepted him in my heart
Evil cannot destroy evil
Used to crawl smelling my own fear
Didn't know what real strenght was
Felt like everyone's slave
Until i destroyed my own cross
Satan in a Forest
Desecrating the grave of my past self
Satan in a Forest
I won't call the angels anymore
Living without thoughts, living without opinion
I am a noble servant