Baroka کے بول

I'm the hunger, I posses you You are the evil shine extinguished Do you want to know, why the pain is so sweet? I'm your answers or maybe your doom For many years across the winters One more time your spirit becomes flesh The incessant thirst of blood depress my anger This is the last time, I swear Why do you oppress My evil essence And trample my scarce peace? If you blaspheme with your ironic presence If you are the face of night