C.O.T.L.O.D.

(albüm: The Legacy - 1987)

Come on and fight

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
Sentinels await with their sabers in grasp
A vast group of locust attack, a vast group of 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 a serpent's kiss is taking the life from our soul
And leading a train of destruction from hell
And 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

Curse of the legions of death