3 acessos
Within darkened legions its time to wage war
And inflict the curse upon the weakest of men
They are cast down under the spell of the knife
They are inferior to our beliefs a sign for them to die
Bloodied wretched hands, torture the weak in vein
The bleeding of their faith, enlightens the taste for blood
Now consumed, into the fires
Of the desolate blackened graves
Where your ashes remain within your feeble messiah
The torment has been unleashed
From the curse of hell
The symbol of Christ overthrown
Is the bloodied death curse