Troops Of Heathens, Graves Of Saints-Desaster

All purest blood against their law A noble heart to curse them all Majestic nature destined bride In league with death to please the wise Your only goal your afterlife A punishment a true demise Just bleed for me, serving your death Sadistic tool's to take your breath Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints The breathe of fear the smell of dark It's chaos to control your heart Beyond my dreams i wish you dead A need to strangle all your necks Damnation f**ks some holy light Some prayers for this slayers night The question of good taste will bring That all his lambs will drown in sin Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints I against you all Your burning flesh Exterminate your art and rase Fatal disease And nothingness To break the chains of heavens manifest This is the blade that will cut your throat and spill your blood All purest blood against their law A noble heart to curse them all Majestic nature destined bride In league with death to please the wise [Repeat chorus] Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints