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Troops of death, march to going insane

Hate fills the thrash, the storm is coming at land

Skulls haunt the chapel, shivering the humans

Death coming to all, no escape from the sword

Blood is spreaded

When the evil arise

You feel the fucking fear

Infernal Bloodstorm!

Don't try to escape, no chance for you

When the troops coming, evil we will make

Try to running fast, and you can't go around

Striking and damage impaler, the storm is coming now!



Feel!

The!

Fear!

Try to!

Run

From!

US!

Now the mission is complete, the cemetery is full

Smile on my face, when you get lose

You lose in the storm, it's vicious and insane

Satan coming to your presence, from the hell nobody escape!