The Pestilence Crucified - Nocturnal Graves

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