Ride the Storm

The battle of the damned has ended And the mist sweeps over the unholy earth Ashes of the soil The course is set Bringing back from death Breathing in the brimstone The graves of the unhallowed are opened I am entering the shadows of the fallen The ressurection of the wicked three Has begun... Wide opened eyes Death a moment away These eyes once again glows with hatred Bringning back fear to life In thoose we call sinners We mimic the hell as we know it Pain lives through us Wandering the silent grounds Led by the choirs of the dead We play the symphony of the wicked three For each note played one man falls Striking with a force A force you never thought existed Like the strenght of a thousands storms The battle roars We harvest the holy souls To be banished from ifes light Prepare yourself for us You wear the crown of thorns Got you! Surrender on knees to be conversed Like lightning to the ground In a blackened sky We spare no one to nothing Only pain, strong as thunder And a mighty blow As you lie dying I can feel ou breath Thick as blood This is how we revenge your sins With the dark gods power We ride the unsacred storms Buried forever, bounded to the other side