Showdown. A Proclamation Of Evil's Fate. Zeneszám

Behold I come like a thief, my kingdom I bring
I come to purge the Prince of Death from off the earth
To war, to bring death not peace, to cleanse now all things
This is a call to arms, to conquer, now to war

We may fall, we may die with time
That day is not today
Now for glory, now for God
We storm the very gates of Hell

Pay in blood, reclaim your honor
Demonspawn your time has come
This is justice, swift and sure
Your legions devastation fall

Hell spawn, the air is ripe with fear
Hell bound, wretched eternity

Hell spawn, the air is ripe with fear
Hell bound, wretched eternity

Come bringer of plagues, your time has come
Come father of lies, your time has come
Come tempter of all, your time has come
Come reap your reward, your time has come

Hell spawn, the air is ripe with fear
Hell bound, wretched eternity