Chains of Death ('95 version)

We will come back from cold realms of darkness carrying the nark of corruption within our black souls. An anguish beyond belief now drives our return. Our eyes are lookin' at thousand of crosses; the cemetery of faith Weak broken bodies that roam without souls. Chains of Death, Chains of Death It' s now use worrying It' s now use crying the will of fate will be done We know, we're all born to suffer this is our doom. We can't stop our degradation we cannot break all our chains We're here to die!!! Chains of Death, Chains of Death