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Here we are, soldiers of doom

Fighting together, defeating our crew

Our day is come, the time is now

Fighting with glory, or die by my gun

This is the torment of blasphemous fire

Kill with the wrath of the gods

Now your skin will burn in the pyre

As my spirit is crossing the doors

Die in the torment of fire

Torture the souls 'till they fall

All they shall burn my desire

Spit on the ashes of God!

Hail to our lord

Hail to our master

In the search of power we are beasts

Defending our creed as werewolves

Without any doubt, without any compassion

Purified this world

Dominated him

Be the conqueror, not the conquered

Cause there is no hope above

Laments are hearing from the distance

The madness and gore are untold

Fire waves are covering the holy lands

Hell power! No Chains! No more god

Blasphemous fire, infernal hell force

Blasphemous fire, eternal death count

Hail to our lord

Hail to our master