In this battle you're victorious Now go back to your home Sad omen hangs over your love Many battles won, many ripped lives Blood is on his face blood
see His wrath come down And the Lord descending from the sky When you hear the trumpets sound God has answered Jerusalem's cry When the sun goes black And the moon blood
Check the flip side of the coin, Dark Riders preform Words rip right through ya skull tucked inside the storm It's hard to hide if your warm, blooded
Black shapes and horns By my command, unleash the storm Raising and forming alive 'Til delights get lost In the sounds and power from hell Blood of
serves the master Sound the charge on Sabbaths day. Charge! Crest the demon's souls Show yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm
howling out, they're storming everywhere A crimson tide of energy erupting from the ground The gates of hell are shattered wide, by evilectric sounds
Power from the moon-shrouded crystal... Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle, And blood reddens the gleaming snow. Storm-borne bride
Phalanx. Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose. Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion! Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood
call of battle sounds, Iron gleams in baleful flame, Slaughter shines from misted eyes, Storm-forged blade drink deep. Stench of carnage fires my blood
kid. lt's all arranged. [Velma Kelly] Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz Right up here Is where I store the juice And all that
the ocean wild Oh, God, help me find it this time When I hold it to the light, how the Pearl will shine Help me Lord, help me Lord, help me Lord, help
do They know I'm catchin' bodies, go 'head name a few After I blaze you, I get a dough nut Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes Lord have mercy
their lives for a satan work and they built invasions of armageddon and they will fight Races will die and the blood all will flow feeling the evil inside lords
the Air Kindred Blood, Infant Blood, Child-Flesh for their feast Judgement Falls on the Son, Judgement Falls on the King Storm of Blood, Raging free,
Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose. Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion! Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood
