To war I march through the dark lands
I can smell their stinking coward blood

The flock runs with fear, they run for their lives
My steel through their flesh, their skulls in my hand!

Night's veil preparing the battlefield
They'll awake to a real nightmare
Where hope and illusions are falling
Where human evil takes its part

The Throne of Satan emerging from Hell
Legions of demons overtaking the Earth

The holy world finds its death in... desecration.

Unholy are the paths I follow
No subjugation of myself

The evil presence in the atmosphere
Stays calm and patient… it feels its success

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