Paroles de Wielder of Scythes

A curse, a call, for death is here The seventh trumpet sounds The angels light enshroud in darkness Writhe in pain, flayed in death A plague onto this world, Lucifer strikes Fall into un-light And you will die your soul aflame The black heart purify For the curse of demonic fire Wielder of scythes The holy kingdom burns They may challenge our ground But we shall attack as one Forever vengeance triumphs Hear the beat of the devils drum Break the chains that have cursed our souls For we are the threat to order An influx of chaos murder Fight 'til death to overthrown their rule To live the way we wanted to Glorious in death, we are, the eye of the storm, Charge! Demon blood running warm The reapers plague at night it swarms And wolves of terror ignite the pyre I steel the crown of the bleeding martyr, dies! Wielder of scythes A plague upon the world The devils fist in the face of god Demonic wielder of deaths curse