The Curse Of Woe

Cruel - hot death starts to swirl

Among flaming hordes

Able to bleed open wounds

Raise thy twisted sword

Don't tell me you'll save my soul

Father burning unholy sounds

Sever the head and remove thy crown

Smashing the pious down

Damned is the fire in your blood

Cruel - slow death starts to swirl

Among flaming crowds

Able to burn open worlds

Upon hallowed ground

Don't tell me you'll save my soul

Father burning the cowards down

Sever the head and remove the crown

Trample upon hallowed ground

Damned is the fire in your blood

Black wings of destiny

You'll fall into the void

Forever a perfect hell

Torture enslaves this world

Scripture lies and prophecies

The curse of woe shall come true...

The fiend with many heads

Soon shall wear the golden crown

Blasphemer from hell

Wicked unholy one

Free will is smothered

For whom does the bell toll?

Kneel before the Antichrist

Dark vision, dark dreams...

World lit by hellish flames

Hail to the chosen one

Unleash!

The beast!

Destroy!