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Blackened Blood

Spilling Through my Veins

Away from the light

As the Seven Trumpets Blow

Getting Stinged by flying Scorpions

Raising My Immortals to come

At the gates where Satan Lives

Belongs to the Frightening Dead Angels

To Become For Satan

Thy must Worship the Book of Death

Walk amongst the borned Burnings

Scream at the awakening of all.

Worship

Into Sheol Chaos…

Raise your fist for Satan

Chosen's want the time in hell

Up high from Satan's thunders

The Bowls pour from thy Trace

Fire spreading to the walls of heaven

Unhowled riots the sleeping

This war shall fall for all

For Warriors who had died

Lord from our deaths for that sake of thy master control

To be the one who chosen to go to Hell for Satan...