On the darkest night the devil rides From the edge of the forest hear the shrieking cries
No quarter seen No mercy shown
Cobbled paths are trampled under cloven hoof Unbelievers are crushed with deadly proof
Trapped by fear Death is near
Turn to evil, won't you turn to stone Under Satan's power the seeds of death are sown
Stalking death far from his mountain throne Under your funeral moon he hunts alone
Trapped by fear Death is near
Black fog appears on the devil's night Obscures the horror of the ancient rite
No quarter seen No mercy shown
Turn to evil, won't you turn to stone Under Satan's power the seeds of death are sown
Under the twilight as the women start to scream The men hide, they hope to remain unseen The priest screams blasphemy as the churches burn to the ground The followers of Satan burn the burial moundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
