The Book of Amidore

& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
Heed the cost, ours unto death,
We bled & burned in our services unto Satan.

We are the shadow that rules the night,
We are the Gods of all that are dead.

In Unholy Scipture penned in blood,

So thus begins the Book of Amidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen

& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
Heed the cost, we bled unto the shadows of the night
We are the darkness of night that rules amongst you

So thus begins the Book of Armidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen

& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
We bleed unto the shadows of the night amongst you
We are the Gods that reign,
Forever we are, Immortal in the unholy path without you.

So thus begins the Book of Armidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen