The Alchemists Head (Live) - Primordial
We are in deep water now
Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul
How we loathe
And envy
All murderers in equal measure
Pale hell
Lord prayers
Lord is this
Whose robes you wear
What prayer
Light afuse
Try to see you
Wings of pestilence
Has swept the halls
Was spoken weaves
That ways are rose
We tries in hell
We live
Arose
In hells go lights
In hell
We six
I tide them all
What shall it drampes
What shall it glores
After all
What we see
And weakshel is
To the end of the earth
I know what
Who's ask for more