C.o.t.l.o.d. (curse of the legions of death)

C.O.T.L.O.D. (CURSE OF THE LEGIONS OF DEATH)
Come on and fight !


Witches grow restless, the priests are impatient

My legions scream, 'The doors must be open !'

Our Master repels a message of hope

On through the gates we march

The sentinels await with their sabers in grasp

A vast group, a locust attack !

A vast group, a locust attack !


Attacking with force as we show no remorse

Obstructing our victims fate

The blood in the chalice saluting the fight

All virgins must die on this night

Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss Is taking the life from your soul

And leading a train of destruction from Hell

Finding our way through Hell's Hole !


Curse of the Legions of Death !

Curse of the Legions of Death !

Curse of the Legions of Death !


Curse of the Legions of Death !

Provoke the Dead !

Curse of the Legions of Death !

Provoke the Dead !

Curse of the Legions of Death !