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Track from first full-length “MCCCXLVII“ (2007) Eastside Records, Come fire, come death Come the glaring devil fists ! Come force, come iron Come the mourning evil face ! Your stronghold is falling, prepare to embrace the end Behold the symphonies of our crushing artillery Listen to your feeble moaning The whining of the Wind of Doom Soon, we shall rampage through the gate Devastate your shrines and violate the women We purge and pillage, it's our knightly code The clash of two civilizations And only ours will prevail ! In the downpour of fire and iron Bathing in infected blood The one thing we could not have known Our victory Overshadowed by the Face of Death The fate would have had it otherwise The fate that claimed our lives Branded by the invincible Ghosts of Perdition Hell came to life in that crimson red morning We fell in thousands, inapprehensive of our fate Swept off by the river of contaminated corpses Chocking on filth, overrun by the living dead A carnival of grotesque in front of our eyes Cavorting empty shells, swollen bubonic cadavers To the ships ! Find shelter among the waves To the ships ! Flee you all who are sane To the ships ! -Video Upload powered by
