Victoria Karisma

Our sights freeze the comming sun
Empty eyes see what is done, in the night
No light penetrates the morning haze
Blood signed the hell in devil´s face
Spasmodic fists press the death
Where slept so long in nothingness
This power feeds the heathen´s soul
Now began to enjoy this bloody role
Like the ancient spell we feel
In this darken silence we can´t hear
So immortal is just might´s embrace
Compassion were far,.. lost in haze

Brutal form of victory
Turned to relentless faith
Rooted in the human source
No fear… no hope…. no remorse
Breathless words encourage inside
Apathy for suffering
Still impends above this art
Evil will be multiplied
Brutal form ....
Turned to relentless faith
Rooted in the human source
No fear… no hope…. no remorse
when darkness falls...

Venom´s stigma in the devil´s face
Breathless words encourage inside
Passion rises from his flames
Victorious Charisma
Hatred, born in emptyness
There´s no reason to die tonight
Evil justifies your death