The Black Winged Horde
Open your portals, infernal Lord
Oh, great opener of the way, come forth, hear my calls
Blast ye forth through the gates
Unholy master, spread your wings
Fly then high into the blood red skies
It's time to claim your rightful domain
Send out your black winged horde through the night
Defend their Lord when angels strike
Unholy war, thunder roar
Angel's blood falls to the ground
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Cvered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
Hie eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Once again, the dark age will rise
Worlds set aflame by your hellish hate
No more feeble Christians ever will reign
Burned into eternal fire in yoiur darkened domain
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Oh, great opener of the way, come forth, hear my calls
Blast ye forth through the gates
Unholy master, spread your wings
Fly then high into the blood red skies
It's time to claim your rightful domain
Send out your black winged horde through the night
Defend their Lord when angels strike
Unholy war, thunder roar
Angel's blood falls to the ground
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Cvered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
Hie eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Once again, the dark age will rise
Worlds set aflame by your hellish hate
No more feeble Christians ever will reign
Burned into eternal fire in yoiur darkened domain
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Satan Lord, through the night he flies
Holding high their impaled Nazarene son
Covered in blood and his jaws agape
His eyes aglow with the fires of hate
Credits
Writer(s): Magnus Broberg, Michael Svanberg, Tomas Asklund, Jan Ekeroth
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