Wielder of Scythes

A curse, a call, for death is here
The seventh trumpet sounds
The angels light enshroud in darkness

Writhe in pain, flayed in death

A plague onto this world, Lucifer strikes
Fall into un-light
And you will die your soul aflame
The black heart purify
For the curse of demonic fire

Wielder of scythes
The holy kingdom burns

They may challenge our ground
But we shall attack as one
Forever vengeance triumphs
Hear the beat of the devils drum
Break the chains that have cursed our souls
For we are the threat to order
An influx of chaos murder
Fight 'til death to overthrown their rule
To live the way we wanted to

Glorious in death, we are, the eye of the storm, Charge!
Demon blood running warm
The reapers plague at night it swarms
And wolves of terror ignite the pyre
I steel the crown of the bleeding martyr, dies!

Wielder of scythes
A plague upon the world

The devils fist in the face of god
Demonic wielder of deaths curse