IN OBLIVION PITS AND DUNGEONS THEY'VE THROWN OUR BROTHERS DEAR

LORD SATAN'S FOSTERING VENGEANCE DAY OF WRATH DRAWS NEAR

THIN GREW OUR HORDES OF HADES TURNED BACK THE WINDS OF FATE

THE PHONEY LORD'S CRUSADERS WERE JUDGING BY THE BLADE

THE KILL-HORNY INQUISITORS RELEASED THEIR EDICTS NEW

ALL THEIR STAKES UNOCCUPIED THEY NEEDED SOME FLESH TO CHEW

IN WOODS AND THROUGHOUT THE CITIES THEIR HUNTS INTENSIFIED

SELECTING BY THE EDICTS SOME PASTOR ONCE HAD LIED



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SO I BOW MY HEAD AND SUPPLICATE

LORD SATAN BLESS OUR WAR

GIVE STRENGHT OUR SOUL AND MACULATE

THY PEACE WE SHALL RESTORE



OH SWORD AND AXE OUR SERVANTS THEIR BLOOD SHALL SUIT YOUR BLADES

DO LET IT SPLASH LIKE TORRENTS TRANSLATE TO THEM OUR HATE

LEGIONS OF DARKNESS RISE AND SLAUGHTER IN OUR WAKE

THE ONES WHO DID DESPICE THE STALWART OF OUR FAITH



[CHORUS:]



THY PEACE WE SHALL RESTORE!



[LEAD:]



RULERS OF THE WORLD AND CHURCH

WHAT YOU HUNTED NOW YOUR CURSE

THE JOKE YOU'VE LAYED ON HUMANITY

SHALL BE WORN BY YOU ETERNALLY