Sabbat

(Jpn)

Black

Metal

Scythe

Evil,

heated

in

the

infernal

fire

desecration,

splashed

into

blood

tank

it

glitters,

sharpened

by

the

demonic

file

baptized,

by

stormy

winds

of

satan

evoked,

between

hellhammer

and

anvil

torches,

witches

come

to

hell's

mill

to

mow

down

the

morbid

needs

bring

the

big

one

to

the

defender

black

metal

scythe...

sucking

the

fantastic

fertilizer

growing

up

in

the

fields

of

hates

bewitched,

the

rite

of

harvest

victims,

falling

deeper

than

darkness