sacrifice War was in their blood, the air was cold as ice Babies fed flesh to be warriors of the night They fought to the death The only way to fight
the sky's and see, Come taste blood, And feel the heat of satan's breath, All hell breaks loose, Hell's breaking loose, The warriors of death, Witching
of evil Loosing his black minions Into the night Into the Cauldron I cast my life Breaking the black spells of sacrifice Into the Chaos Enter the warriors
death looks in your eyes this night leaves too, she's wearing a coat she's leaving taken by the horses of day We come here to glorify death to take
have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell is where you'll live your last Warriors from Hell's domain will bring you to your death
sword is laying on an altar of gold inside a circle of magical stones Thousands of Warriors behold the Emperor As he steps inside the circle offering a sacrifice
of swords The shout of the warriors fighting band to band Blow my Blow,into the fight Blow my blow,I'm ready to strike [IV) Death Of The Champion
until one of them died No room did they have for an error to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the
did they have for an error to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile
while staring in death's face Honor even in death, soldiers glorified The dagger plunges deep, slashes side to side Honor even in death, disgrace is
your freedom, without your sacrifice Today is the day that you make a self-sacrifice For bloodied Gods sacrifice your life For freedom - Death For freedom
Feeling the wrath of Satan's reign Final war has come to an end Blood fills the land where you lie Sacrifice on the altar of death Satan laughs
Raping the darkness, death by his side Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance
in a foreign land I reach for you so take my hand Torn inside, I give the best I can Crave to feel and throw the dice We'll make another sacrifice,
give cunning. The blood of slain and wounded warriors was drunk so that their skill and bravery might be imparted t the drinkers. Similarly, Unas feasts after death
in the mist of time that the death fires floodlighted darkness the wind brought the smell of blood, the air of extermination and the exterminators outcry. The blades of sacrifice
to move... they became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss... But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the victory
sacrifices Lyrical wolverine, dances wit wolves, lead by Crisis The Prince wisdom is deep like black holes open the Abyss Recollect digital, that's a death