Souls Of The Dead

Annihilation of serpents who dealt with lord satan
Abomination of this decaying path
Darkest day of the vagrants shall reign

Inhumanity takes a room, seeking warmth in their hearts
Facing of burning legion, shall be fucked!
Arise my glorious ghost, your sword shalt commemorate

We breathe again
Growling the sigh of undying faith
A blithe ignorance of bliss - sworn as a curse
To freedom, the torturing lust in our soul

Light the incense
Pray to the profane eclipse you fear
Bestial angel was descent
Lord nemesis, shine your nightfall upon us
Bless our sacred nuptial night

Oh hail the spirits of the warriors!
Inflamed in the pit of sacrificial beliefs
Feasting on the mercies of satanic abyss
Damned by your priest
And denied by the beast
Traitor to your own blood
You'll fucking burn for this

The sky burning bright
Let us hasten, where the morning star appears
In the gloom, enthroned with the crown of thorns

Engulfed with eternal guilt
Cast away, untouchable sinners prevail
Wash our sins with dance of death
Doom surrounding fate in this land

Shield it - with the graves of our prey
Burn it - with the souls of the dead

Souls of the dead
Bring forth their reincarnation
Unchain our rage
The mesmeric touch of hope

Arise! my friends
To the destiny we awaited for