The Black Winged Horde

(альбом: Vobiscum Satanas - 1998)

Open your portals, infernal lord
Oh, great opener of the way come forth hear my calls
Blast ye forth through the gates unholy master
Spread your wings fly then high, into the blood red skies
It's time to claim your rightful domain

Send out your black winged horde, through the night
Defend their lord, when angels strike
Unholy war, thunder roar angels blood falls to the ground

Satan lord through the night he flies holding high
Their impaled Nazarene son covered in blood, and his
Jaws agape his eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan lord through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood, and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate

Once again, the dark age will rise worlds set aflame
By your hellish hate no more feeble Christians ever
Will reign burned into eternal fire, in your darkened domain

Satan lord through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood, and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan lord through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood, and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate