Simonia Devils Masterpiece
When the spring open her arms To meet the fragrance of May nights Every creature of evil come to see The miracle which was made for me. On the big field filled with blood Grows the flower which will never be cut. And all the demons gathered around To see the flower which will never be found I`ll take this flower and hold it tight It will help me in ancient rite. Hail brides of Satan! Open your wings and fly to the woods Let`s make a Sabbath!!! Hail, Lord! Please hear my pray Destroy my enemies day by day In the dark Evil Night We will make a rite!
