Tekst:
Witchbane Soldiers Of Hell

Victory,they are all lying on the ground All these bloodsmeared chests Their bare flesh full of wounds, warm I do taste their delicious blood What a

Hail thy, satanic majesty Blood will rain from the heaven high and the angels will be drowned In blood they shall be suffocated, they shall die thousand

There is a cosmos made of ebony darkness There the streams of red flow together, of million hearts bleeding There is a stronghold where all t! he sulphour

Hark, I have sworn to praise the black arts forever To battle until the end for the storm of malevolent darkness For several time no I have opened the

I hail thee, slaughter and genocide ! Oh, come and make me proud Take me to the daemonworld Show me secrets of the ancient wars I hail thee, death and

: There is a cosmos made of ebony darkness There the streams of red flow together, of million hearts bleeding There is a stronghold where all t! he sulphour