Azaghal Black Terror Metal
At the midnight hour
The shadows rise
From their tombs
On a distant, ancient
Cursed graveyard
The dead awake from their eternal slumber
To punish the living
Destruction awaits
Total death
All living disappears
The army of the undead
Marches towards chaos
War drums bound
Proclaiming Armageddon
When the dead live
The living die
Dismembered corpses cover the earth
Humans crucified to telephone poles
This is the modern Via Dolorosa