Torches

In the Fire of a Hundrer Burning Churches We've Risen a Sign to Call The Hordes into Battle Flames from the Wrathful Eye of Satan Burn to Ashes Those tho still benieve in Thorncrown's salvation ...And when their Corpses lie Crushed on the Fields of War Nothing remains of their faith but their Mortal Remains Now feeding the Ravens, our Black Arrows of Death from the Nightsky In their Dismal Eyes a Hunger to Gnaw christian Flesh and Return to the Forest End of Life - Death of Light Our Dawn Embraces the Sky War from Darkness - Ritual of Triumph And god, onto your Dead Flesh We carve the Sign of Satan