The Entrance کے بول

Awash with fear, ascending sin Holocaust winds blowing ever near Vile horde of christ sheds a tear Revered immortals, Souls survived despite our perfect death Glorified in our arrival As your death sets in we take our first breath Tread mighty At dusk fear the rise of the promised dawn The foul fable boasts another heinous return Sin writhing Keen eyes leer Their stares glow unbearable The unstable virgin mother's seed Propels the storm! Unlocked! The hinges of the seventh gate finally creak again Doorways been passed through Pale flock! Your merciless commander Soon ascends through the infernal spheres The final storm he... sends!