Interbellum Dirge کے بول

Over mourning planes the pale face rises The trees are singing a dying man's dirge Grey stones stick out like arrows in the ground Dead grass dancing in the night Claws pierce the soil While unhallowed words echoes My dark spell awakens Bodies long forgotten Claws pierce the soil An army of dead flesh rises Driven by evil forces Hate, retaliate, annihilate! Replica's of decayed Nazarene resurrecting Anthithese of bright shining angels These tools of vaul flesh and blood Messengers and soldiers of my holy army In which form this war will be started Angry souls, dead or alive Will destroy the book, fairlytales called heaven Destroy the plague of human kind