(Curse of the Legions of Death)
Witches grow restless
The priests are impatient
My legions scream
The gates must be open

Our master repels
A massage of hope
On through the gates we march
The sentinels await

With their sabers in grasp
A vast group locust attack Attacking with force
As we show no remorse
Obstructing our victims fate

The blood in the chalice
Saluting the fight
All virgins must die this night
Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss
Taking the life from our soul

And leading a train of destruction from hell
Finding our way through hells hole !

CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH!
CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH!
PROVOKE THE DEAD!
CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH!