Witches grow restless
The priests are impatient
My legions scream
The gates must be open
Our master repels
massage of hope
On through the gates we march
The sentinels await
With their sabers in grasp
vast group locust attack [2]

Attacking with force
As we show no remorse [bad word] our victims fate
The blood in the chalice
Saluting the fight
All virgins must die this night
Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss
Is taking the life from our soul
And leading a train of [bad word] from [bad word] Finding our way through [bad word] hole !

CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH [3]
CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH!
PROVOKE THE DEAD! [2]
CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH