Troops of heathens, graves of saints
DesasterA noble heart to curse them all
Majestic nature destined bride
In league with death to please the wise
Your only goal your afterlife
A punishment a true demise
Just bleed for me, serving your death
Sadistic tool's to take your breath
Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints
The breathe of fear the smell of dark
It's chaos to control your heart
Beyond my dreams i wish you dead
A need to strangle all your necks
Damnation fucks some holy light
Some prayers for this slayers night
The question of good taste will bring
That all his lambs will drown in sin
Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints
I against you all
Your burning flesh
Exterminate your art and rase
Fatal disease
And nothingness
To break the chains of heavens manifest
This is the blade that will cut your throat and spill your blood
All purest blood against their law
A noble heart to curse them all
Majestic nature destined bride
In league with death to please the wise
(repeat chorus x1)
Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints
Mais ouvidas de Desaster
ver todas as músicas- Phantom Funeral
- Divine Blasphemies
- Metalized Blood
- End Of Tyranny
- Proclamation In Shadows
- Hellfire's Dominion
- Devil's Sword
- Sworn To Avenge
- Teutonic Steel
- Havoc Mass
- Profanation
- Possessed And Defiled
- Beyond Your Grace
- Castleland
- Razor Ritual
- Intro
- A Touch Of Medieval Darkness
- Fields Of Triumph
- At Hell's Horizons
- The Blessed Pestilence