Servants Of The Death کے بول

Blinded by a bloody rage They attack and chase the weaker prey Greedy masters of the death Hunting in the night to hide And when the lambs are near Asking just to end their agony They proudly feel within A dark power running through their veins Servants of the Death Black magicians Servants of the Death Demons in Disguise Servants of the Death Empty beings with no remorse They have killed their souls long time ago Greedy bastards, living dead Parasites of the Astral world And when the lambs are near Asking just to end their agony They proudly feel within A dark power running through their veins Do you hear that voice outside? Someone whispers in the night