歌词:
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
