C.O.T.L.O.D. (CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH)
Come on and fight !
Witches grow restless, the priests are impatient
My legions scream, ‘The doors must be open !‘
Our Master repels a message of hope
On through the gates we march
The sentinels await with their sabers in grasp
A vast group, a locust attack !
A vast group, a 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 on this night
Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss
Is taking the life from your soul
And leading a train of destruction from Hell
Finding our way through Hell‘s Hole !
Curse of the Legions of Death !
Curse of the Legions of Death !
Curse of the Legions of Death !
Curse of the Legions of Death !
Provoke the Dead !
Curse of the Legions of Death !
Provoke the Dead !
Curse of the Legions of Death !