Black, black
Dragon in ferocious black
Standing in the middle
Of a vast, ebony wolf pack
We can hear the death bells tolling
Near, near and far
The prince of darkness and his minions 
Yearning for war

The hounds are rabid in heat
Swarming all around me
They can taste the frenzy
I can picture us now
Quite clearly
The insanity
Knee-deep in destruction, blood and misery
On the pinacle of almighty tar glory
Satiating our malefic brand of hungry
As one
Individually
Romping from dark to dusk
The gates of hell
Wide open behind us
We can hear the death bells tolling
Near, near and far
The prince of darkness and his minions
Yearning for war

Our hatred blazing ruby-red in our eyes
Showers of darkness raining from the skies
Oblivious to the wail and cries
The innocent, the guilty and the guilty
Desperately searching for mercy
That ship has long sailed
We're the hot, the cold
And the unmerciful tailed
On a simple, simple mission
Spare none
Spare none
Spare none

We can hear the death bells tolling
Near, near and far
The prince of darkness and his minions
Yearning for war

There's a shadow on that moon
We will be feeding soon


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