ride the h*rned victory. side by side.
steal the children from their graves. disappear into the
vex the virgins. one by one. desecration.
whe have won.
ride the h*rned victory. domination of the ghouls
malevolence ruleth supreme.
in our hands whe hold the key.
the pearly gates are blown (to pieces)
the patron saints have failed to save.
they shiver to the bone
ride the h*rned victory, in league with master
witching wisdom increash the woe, altars fall and
flagellation. whipping winds.
endless sabbat now sets in…
�that day the final age began and everything was lost.
that night the spirits wept in pain before they turned to
gargoyles swing the axe of terror in their blackest art,
witches sing and dance and call, laugh and rip your
ancient gods rise from their graves.
no return, it is too late.
watch the breaking world in flames.
sink in madness. no remains.
�that day the golden halls were burned
and they were nevermore;
that day the heavens fell to earth
and everywhere was war.�
all mankinde chained to agony.
all mankinde overthrown
suffering from h*llish plagues and countless firestorms.
demons eat the flesh of mortals
hung up on cacks and wheels
impaled, the children one by one…
they are drowning in their screams…