Paroles de A Cemeterial Reaping (Part I & II)

Drenched in blood the horde descend from the grave Hammers raised high a blackened curse to the holy lands The sacrifice is of will pride and the reign of eternal might Deceivers to the throne will die by our bloodied hands A thunderous rage blasts the sky the spell of wrath is feared Lightning crashes across the plains smell the burning dead Mortals flee the blazing storms but soon they will be engulfed in flames The mass destruction is endless all hail the warriors greed The blades are stained in red after calving the pure flesh The remnants of bodies remain on the wasted grounds Scattered limbs are thrown into the bottomless pits for decay The rest of the feeble mess shall melt and rot away Raise, your strength above lesser gods Destroy, weakness in our paths In blood, we never retreat Death, their final disease Raise, your strength above lesser gods Destroy, weakness in our path Death, we shall not be defied Enslaved, you are sentenced to die An eternal creation The pride never lost A procession of death A cemeterial reaping We shall not be defied Enslaved you are sentenced to die - death!