Flames Of Unholy Creation کے بول

Fire bringers from the sky A realm of darkened creation Ruins of the holy we burn To feed the fire of death. The pagan hordes will rise Destroy the opposite church. Souls of christ ready to die In a dark funeral feast By raven's grimming sorrow We'll rise bloodfilled. The pagan hordes will rise Destroy the opposite church. Source of return The winter on my soul My mind was flying high By symbols of the north Dancing the entire night Again i hear your call Haunting the chosen ones Awaits a ritual song. At cloudy dawn we mourn The ancient reign of damnation To fill this raped old wasteland With the flame of unholy creation. (Drawn) in infernal glory A black presence I see Now i conquer the demons Of my darkest beliefs. The pagan hordes will rise Destroy the opposite church.