- Battle Of The Living Dead
The morning has come with the dawn of the sun,
and the masses arise to the day.
They meet their despair in pointless travail,
lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage.
For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give,
of treasure and gluttonous pride.
To Self they bow down, they worship their crown,
alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside.
Arise, my friends, arise!
The sword is the spirit of life,
Awaken your souls, that you may never die!
In the Battle of the Living Dead
Letras
- 70,000 Sorrows
Achilles Revenge
Aliens
Battle Of The Living Dead
Black Mass
Child Of The Damned
Filho Dos Amaldiçoados
City Walls Of Troy
Deliver Us From Evil
Enemy Mind
Father
Glory
Invaders
Kill Zone
Lost And Lonely Days
Lucifer's Hammer
MCMLXXIV
Mrs Victoria
My Name Is Man
Night Of The Fury
Penny For A Poor Man
Soliloquy
Sons Of A Dream
The Holy Empire
Thy Kingdom Come
War In Heaven
Winds of Thor
Winter Tears
Winter Tears (Tradução)