Print

Angels thrashing at their harps Malignant enemy lurking the dark Intrepid mongrel battalions rage With weapons to obliterate Ride the hell storm Feel the wrath of the demons Triumph, drink the blood of the dead So that the wicked can always burn in me Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Ride the hellstorm Heaven crushed to oblivion Triumph, apocalyptic hordes Rancorous storms, which blows through me Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Frantic aggressor Aus Songtexte Mania