Decayed Hordes Of The Antichrist
Against the sunset we march. With Antichrist banner
stand strong. Horses hot breath, like venomous fog.
Crushing bones and skulls, unholy…
Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their
swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the
false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats.
Hounds of Hell greedy for blood. Following the holy
smell, the virgins cunt. Following the Nazarene’s lying
prayers. Wolves shall hunt them all at dusk, all at
dusk…
Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their
swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the
false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats.
To cut their throats…
Our Messenger will spread the news. Among you martyrs
he rides. On His lines the words are clear. You all
shall die tonight…
Blessed are the bodies, lying severed on the ground.
The church choirs, mixed up with howlings and raping
sounds. Armies of the Antichrist to guarantee. The end
of Christian faith…
Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their
swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the
false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats.
These are the hordes…
