C.O.T.L.O.D.
Eric Peterson
Witches grow restless
The priests are impatient
My legions scream
The gates must be open
Our master repels
A massage of hope
On through the gates we march
The sentinels await
With their sabers in grasp
A vast group 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 this night
Psychotic reaction from a serpents kiss
Is taking the life from our soul
And leading a train of destruction from hell
Finding our way through hells hole!
Curse of the legions of death
Curse of the legions of death!
Provoke the dead!
Curse of the legions of death