Hordes of the Antichrist

Hordes of the Antichrist Against the sunset we march. With Antichrist banner stand strong. Horses hot breath, like venomous fog. Crushing bones and skulls, unholy… Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats. Hounds of Hell greedy for blood. Following the holy smell, the virgins cunt. Following the Nazarene’s lying prayers. Wolves shall hunt them all at dusk, all at dusk… Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats. To cut their throats… Our Messenger will spread the news. Among you martyrs he rides. On His lines the words are clear. You all shall die tonight… Blessed are the bodies, lying severed on the ground. The church choirs, mixed up with howlings and raping sounds. Armies of the Antichrist to guarantee. The end of Christian faith… Hordes of Demons and undead beasts. Swinging their swords, rusted, sharpened crosses. Searching for the false prophets. To hang the pigs, to cut their throats. These are the hordes… (Lyrics by W. Music by JA and DKD. Composed on the Third month of the year Two Thousand and Seven…)