C.O.T.L.O.D. şarkı sözleri

Witches grow restless The priests are impatient My legions scream The gates must be open Our master repels A massage of hope On through the gates we march The sentinels await With their sabers in grasp A vast group locust attack Attacking with force As we show no remorse Obstructing our victims fate The blood in the chalice Saluting the fight All virgins must die this night Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss Is taking the life from our soul And leading a train of destruction from hell Finding our way through hells hole! Curse of the legions of death Curse of the legions of death! Provoke the dead! Curse of the legions of death