Suffocating without being able to breathe of inside of the cursed viscera I it cannot see the end of the abyss guiding me for I smell it of rotten until the valley of the souls Cursed creatures they came to my meeting making bizarre questions of deep of the valley I could listen infernal screams Driven crazy souls wanting to take me for the line of pain in the line of pain the charming death it followed the line with its marker marking six hundred and sixty and six rivers of wash and acid, they surrounded the valley of the shades protected for demons of the forest The blackout fills the neon blue sky one strong light if approaches to aeon making the Aurora borealis The stronger shouts are each time I listen to a child cry asking for milk of the leprous Chests of its mother The line is following if it approached my time to mark the 666 666 mark its children with the mark of the beast 666 mark its children with the mark of the beast In deep of the valley of the shades no I could leave to listen cursed moaned and shouts of raped girls being some deprived of virginity others sacrificed the service of satan Infernal Screams I continue to hear Infernal Screams they do not leave my head Infernal Screams lost in the world of the Beast