Swords of Divine Hate کے بول

The sjy was clear and calm the night No clouds hide the stars and no wind roams the trees When a black stripe appear High in the sky, terrifyinf and in casket like style Splitting into two, with hands and spike uncounted and wild Two riders apper and behind them the armed forces follow We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven gates Fighting for the control over human race Fighting for your souls We're marching this endless path since the beginning of time We are the figures making our moves on the chessboard of life Painless, ready for the final attack, our blades are strong and sharp Blood red, the sky turning into a mass grave, no mercy, no prisoners We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven gates Fighting for the control over human race With swords of divine hate and spikes of hellish rage Playing our game in this timeless cage