Bathory
Armageddon
I swear the oath of blood
and tear the virgin's flesh
I gash the wounds of heaven
and rides the wings of death
Tonight the cauldrons are filled
with brewage madeEof hate
Tonight we blasphemy
possessed we desecrate
Tonight we raise our cups
and toast in an angels blood
Salute hell's victory
despise the words of God
From Letras Mania