Idioma Origen:
Can you feel the cold
The chill around your neck
Dare I touch your skin
And wake you up again
In the light of the moon
I begin to sow the seeds
My seduction
My dominance
Your tragedy
I can taste your fear
And I can seal your fate
With your death as my altar
And your soul as my aim
You can´t rid the pain
Your weakness feeds me strength
Cause I´ve been born again
In malevolence
To eternity
Of guilt and remorse
To the vengeance of a tragic
A tragic soul
The Corey curse
Brick after brick
The weight of the stones
all for a confession that I my soul have sold
You´ve come to cleanse our Salem
Your work of God not much worth with me
My silence will kill me
But I´ll haunt you for infinity
To eternity
Of guilt and remorse
To the vengeance of a tragic
A tragic soul
The Corey curse
Idioma Destino:
Can you feel the cold
The chill around your neck
Dare I touch your skin
And wake you up again
In the light of the moon
I begin to sow the seeds
My seduction
My dominance
Your tragedy
I can taste your fear
And I can seal your fate
With your death as my altar
And your soul as my aim
You can´t rid the pain
Your weakness feeds me strength
Cause I´ve been born again
In malevolence
To eternity
Of guilt and remorse
To the vengeance of a tragic
A tragic soul
The Corey curse
Brick after brick
The weight of the stones
all for a confession that I my soul have sold
You´ve come to cleanse our Salem
Your work of God not much worth with me
My silence will kill me
But I´ll haunt you for infinity
To eternity
Of guilt and remorse
To the vengeance of a tragic
A tragic soul
The Corey curse