Death. Fate: The Best Of Death. Baptized In Blood. Zeneszám

Under command a new-born child
Submerged in blood, the dead they smile
Growing possessed, burning inside
A bloody feast for us tonight

The way of death
Is growing hear just take my hand
Skies grow black
Unholy corpses upon their land

The dead they gather around
Praising the child they found
Possessed, the child shall kill
The future is now revealed


Baptised in blood
Destined to burn
Baptised in blood
Reborn they'll learn

Gather around, watch and see
A new creation of misery
Taking the place of the elderly dead
Forbidden ways now in his head