Hell's Disciples - Satan's Host

Born of the blood, Samarian Prophesies

Nightmares of the ancient, casting forth the dead

Hells Disciples, infecting your land

Converting your dead, to infernal command

We are the Legions, World Wide 9

Transforming your will to our blood line

Under the curse of fate, faith has been denied

Turning blind eyes, one consciousness divine

Chaos from beyond, fires from the sky

Chaos from within, blazing alive

Ascending vibrations, as two worlds collide

Necromancy of creation, ruins of your shrine

Satan’s pride and blood, the wounds you shall fear

As the horror of truth, finally rings clear

The end is here — beginning is near

The end is near — beginning is here

The end is here — beginning is near

Truth rings clear

Hatred of lies, at last comes to light

The killing, the slaying, we sacrifice tonight

Upon the altar, Black Hilted Knife

Blood will stain, and bring to our delight!

The ritual, moonlight, dancing Demons rise

Sacraments, unholy, Satan laughs inside

Hell’s Disciples, marching Legions to conquer all mankind, delivering

destruction and death

Hell’s Disciples, marching Legions to conquer all mankind

As the armies of the underworld arrive

Your mind is torn, bleeding inside

Revelations of the highest realm, the Abyss now opens wide

Clashing metal, thunder and doom

Earth quaking, rising tombs

Lightning, fiery brimstone

Rains upon the endless horizon

Hell’s Disciples, marching Legions to conquer all mankind, delivering

destruction and death

Hell’s Disciples, marching Legions to conquer all mankind, Hell’s Disciples