Text: Virgin Steele. The Oracle Of Apollo.

"When the flesh of life is rent by murder most foul
And the blood of life is freed upon the air
It cries out in anger for more bloodshed, that is the law
He who inflicts death must suffer the pains of retribution
It is the ancient wisdom of the ages or"

Eternal torment will strike your heart
The arrows of the Gods sting
Sent by fathers who died unjust
To destroy the coward son

They visit him with plagues
Dark cancers of the Mind
He'll die in horror, drowning in the waters of
Acheron and Lethe