Lyrics The Pestilence Crucified - Nocturnal Graves

The Pestilence Crucified

Marching to the funeral of the world
Soldiers of death, legions of hate
Satan commanding the war
Attacking with power, we fight to the death
Kill without mercy and strike
Ravage their temples and lay waste their fate
Preacher of doom and of death
Show us the way in your temple of hate
The power of victory enthroned
All angels of peace shall die by command
The words from the master of hell
Unleashing with fury your merciless spell
Arising from the temple of Hell
Draped in the shadow of death
Morbid thoughts explode
And shatter the illusion of the cross
Preacher at Hells gate your fate is sealed by death
Angel of white light raped at Satan’s left hand
Carrion of darkness, your hatred felt by man