Kill, kill, kill, kill. Kill, kill, kill, kill. . A savage dragon in the dark cavern mouth. A rancid below pours from it. If you are spattered with his venomous poison.
Standing on a lonely shore, beauty does unfold. Kissed by the dawning light, the sea is painted gold. Never seen alike before, innocent and pure. We never see, we just destroy, we run this planet down.
Armed armies march towards the battle. The warriors of Wotan, not knowing good grace,. Pain nor mercy for enemies. The enemies of Wotan are their enemies as well.
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, probably the most. powerful and mysterious organisation of the Middle Ages.. The Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon.
In the glare of furious lightnings spell of the damned runic words,. Altar of uncoagulated blood altar surrounding the women wolves..
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, propably the most powerful and mysterious organisations of the Middle Ages.. The Order of The Poor Knights Of Christ and the Temple Of Salomon, originate from a group of nine Aristocrates, whose sole.
At the pagan Samain night,. I entered the Darkside,. Evil arrived far from the North,. I known the might of Demonlord..
You sit alone in lightless chambers, all the love you had is. gone. No one there to catch your fall, you never felt so alone. Blackened thoughts in lonely ruins, lifeless eyes an empty.
When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog I saw my grey brother. wolf. drinking my blood. My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounded..
I walk alone through burning towns. My sword is in my hand. But the battle has been lost. And there is nothing to defend. At Culloden in seventeen fourty six.
The days when ancient blood. Will awake in the hearts of white men and women. Our banners will rise to the sky. And will flap with joy on wind. Ancient widsom and strength will return.
My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride. That is what we thought but we were not right. Now he rules in London - a faceless king. Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy.
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores. Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.. Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted. With powers from the depths of hell..
Pain and death spreaad everywhere. Fouul desease hangs in the air. Corpses rot live to die. Fate selects with closed eyes. Black Death rules the country and rageess through the land.
I love my cat, she's a wonderful one. But she drives me mad. I poked out her eye and then her eye. And now she's dead. . And in the night the house burnt down.
The wind lashed in our faces. The English found our traces. On moss-covered land. Scotland we defend. At Stirling bridge we try to last. But we fail to stand fast.
In the dark of the night. Behind the walls. They say that we worship an idol. Behind the walls. . A devil in disguise. An unholy cat. But it's a secret.
You've got the feeling, turn on. the lights. YOu feel the power rising,. lightning strikes the sky. Siw million people wanna see the. band. The hit the stage tonight,.
Bloody legs and bloody hands. Bloody necks and bloody heads. A smell of sulphur lays over me. A smell of mould also too. . What I see, I know it's true.