Inside my fortress
We aliment blood

The dark inside us
The Precious crowd


Our ancient forms
From thousands years
To create our power

From lifeless tears

There's more

Dark inside
And septic bodies


We armed with
Bloody strong
Spikes shields


Ready to call
Of bloody lust

From them necks

Virgins need

Our blood
To reach them creed


Its will be
Our creed
To create

Our base

Between the trees

The land of fear
There's more dead


Immortal bleed
Of Naked witches
With lusty years


Source my blood
For my immortal

With Magical hands

For our immortal


We will kill
Every outsider

No one live
Inside our citadel


Every dead
Inside the hall
Of circle of hell

Burning them remodel

Here the secret power

Of my darkness dragons

Inside the land of endless fear

The Source of my Army blood
By our swords and bloody tusks
Scenes of the hemic of the septic dead


Inside the land of endless fear
The Source of my Army blood

By our swords and bloody tusks
Scenes of the hemic of the septic dead