Twist, Nail, Torture — Astarte

Deliver your madness descent the grace Suffer the darkness with joyful hate All devotion a fusion of madness

Twist, Nail, Torture

No pain or sign of sorrow No age or narrow death No ending or coming evil

Deliver your madness descent the grace, Suffer the darkness with joyful hate All devotion a fusion of madness

Twist, Nail, Torture

Epilogue:

my thoughts rest in silence my self fall into emptiness into delirium's nights It goes where midnight frosts my eyes