Up from the pits of Hell carving through soil Into the catacombs and out Arising from the graves to harvest their souls Bringing death and damnation to all
The whore of the crucifix Draped in the blood of the abomination of desolation And from a throne of fire a calling was heard To gather hordes to the sign of the one
With all the venom from the serpents of our lord We rise to gather speed Your children by thy sword forever drawing nearer Speeding faster through the night With relentless fury towards the light
For the glory of Satan and powers to be We walk the dead of night beautifully And all the angels scattered Back to their graves Leaving trails of semen and blood
Towards the throne of fire to receive the truth Like wolves we gather on Christian youth And from a harlots grave rise wisdom of few Waiting, hoping
With all the venom from the serpents of our Lord We rise to gather speed Your children by thy sword forever drawing nearer Speeding faster through the night With relentless fury towards the light Drawing nearer
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