I taste your blood as it showers from my blade. I eat your heart, from evil it was made. With heart filled hatred black blood runs through my veins. I take your powers to the ancient ones who reign. I conquer evil, let evil know my name. Come forth ye wicked, know the gruesome pain.
Atop the mountain, where the river of steel flows Black is the forest, white was the snow. There as children, how could children know? One without name or number soon would show. There stood he, on his chariot made of gold He did reveal the trinity of secrets old. A sceptre of iron could mercy
Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride Up From Hell Armed with magic sons of demons and men This song of greeting written for your tragic end. So long our stride the world doth tremble with fear Black winds blow where we ride near. Maim and kill them, take the women and children. Hot pitch and chain take
Hear the pounding army of the night The call of metal summons us tonight. And gather we on this site To behold the power and the might. We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night. Off with the lights, hear the screams See the banging heads awaken to their dreams. The sound of
Above the wreckage of your mortal world I stand Judgement passed delivered by his hand Now clear the smoke, there the ashes stand A fitting tribute to mortality and man. What was written foretold in dreams, in visions apocalypse now seen. And all self-righteous fools who lived and blasphemed Drink the wine of his anger
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