Thy Horror

Ride the horned victory. Side by side
Steal the children from their graves. Disappear into the
Night
Vex the Virgins. One by One. Desecration
Whe have won
Ride the horned victory. Domination of the ghouls
Malevolence ruleth supreme
In our hands whe hold the key
Retaliation, thousandfold
The pearly gates are blown (to pieces)
The patron saints have failed to save
They shiver to the bone
Ride the horned victory, In league with master
Death...
Witching wisdom increash the woe, Altars fall and
Mankind, too...
Flagellation. Whipping winds
Endless sabbat now sets in...
ÁThat day the final age began and everything was lost
That night the spirits wept in pain before they turned to
Dust.á
Gargoyles swing the axe of terror in their blackest art
Witches sing and dance and call, laugh and rip your
Souls apart
Ancient gods rise from their graves
No return, it is too late
Watch the breaking world in flames
Sink in madness. No remains
ÁThat day the golden halls were burned
And they were nevermore;
That day the heavens fell to earth
And everywhere was war.á
All mankinde chained to agony
All mankinde overthrown
Suffering from hellish plagues and countless firestorms
Demons eat the flesh of mortals
Hung up on cacks and wheels
Impaled, the children one by one...
They are drowning in their screams...