A gust of wind a smell of sickness Creatures from hell lurking in the dark You better run you better hide Before wings of Darknes hits the sky Hits the sky
A gust of wind a smell of sickness Death has come to grant its greatest of gifts Creatures from hell lurking from the ground You better run you better hide
It feeds on pain it feeds on fear Its victory is near When the Demon Fire strikes
Demon Fire Strikes Riding the black wind soaring high up through the sky Demon Fire Strikes Ascending from hell
Upon a throne of Bones sits the king of death In the depths below they listen to the moans
It feeds on pain it feeds on fear Its victory is near When the Demon Fire strikes
Demon Fire Strikes Riding the black wind soaring high up through the sky Demon Fire Strikes Ascending from hell
Fight kill death burn Fight kill death burn
It feeds on pain it feeds on fear Its victory is near When the Demon Fire strikes
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