Servants Of The Death

Blinded by a bloody rage
They attack and chase the weaker prey
Greedy masters of the death
Hunting in the night to hide

And when the lambs are near
Asking just to end their agony
They proudly feel within
A dark power running through their veins

Servants of the Death
Black magicians
Servants of the Death
Demons in Disguise
Servants of the Death

Empty beings with no remorse
They have killed their souls long time ago
Greedy bastards, living dead
Parasites of the Astral world

And when the lambs are near
Asking just to end their agony
They proudly feel within
A dark power running through their veins

Do you hear that voice outside?
Someone whispers in the night