Total destruction, the only order
When destiny lies in the glow of the forge
Empires of alabaster and silver
Disemboweled for the spoils of war
Of war

Crying out in bloody desperation
Perdition is the fate of every generation

Clashing of iron in the heavens
Bu

There's a hellhound on my trail so I've gotta keep moving
Yesterday gets faster and faster
Two dealers at the doorway who wish to get inside
Seems I'm out of places to hide
They said to me

Meet the man down at the crossroads
Under the lantern of the Moon
You can lea

Electric Phantoms
Wind at my back, Sun's in my face
Forever racing at a catastrophic pace
Starving, freezing and feeling mean
Speed wheel is grinding and the engine’s running clean

The rusted wings of metal become pure again
From sea to bloody sea, this grueling nightma

One, two, three

On a lifeless windswept plain
A rider with no name comes into view
Almost too fast to see
One not in charge of his own fate must break free
Comfortable chains are just chains all the same

His soul is lost in the space between the stars
Angelhunter,

Born of the frozen wastes
Peasant with an arctic gaze
Blessed with such piety
Blighted by the gift of prophecy
Clairvoyant, seer beyond
Through the wilds on and on
Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends

Attack

Hell's shock troops are going over the top
Into no man's land, the chaos never stops
Under the banner, you're mesmerized
The shroud that obscures your eyes
Divide and conquer, fallen lands
Beneath the might of the High Command

We cast a spell
To awaken

A lone soul at night sits and bays at the Moon
Though sometimes a man, it's a pentagram
Shotgun blasts as he runs through the wind
But he just can't win, it's a pentagram

Now I don't know how but it's happening to me
Got the love from above but it's happening to me

Bl

On the fourth blood Moon
Ouroboros, serpent of flame casts off its skin
A new age dawns in the cycle of time
Fire begets fire until all is burned
Mighty nations forced to bend
Will not escape the widow

Strangle the king with the entrails of the priest
And then we'll

Mistress of incantations
Your life has been weighed, oh, bearer of the mark
Guilty before the laws of God
Harlot queen of the profane

Child of the void, begin your march
On the path to the dead lands
Spat upon under the whip and broken by stones
The fog gives way to