Belphegor
Kingdom of Cold Flesh
Kingdom of cold flesh
Oh death, release them
They speak to me
My pale little dolls
Tiny cold flesh
My loins feel no desire
For the living
Kingdom of cold flesh
Oh Satan, revive them
Twenty-nine grieving mothers
You abandoned your girls
In the cold coffin
I prayed and brought them home
I warmed them up
Kingdom of cold flesh
Oh death, release them
Für immer zusammen
In der ewigen Sünde vеreint
De morte ad ortum itеrum peccare
We become one
Kingdom of cold flesh
Oh Satan, revive them