Lord Impaler

Antichristian Hordes

Lord Impaler


With the chilly morning breeze 
We drag our bodies 
Into the lungs of the Earth 

With the first rays of the sun 
We hide in our caves, 
In the woods

With Macick and mayhem 
With blood and tears 
By the Ancient Nature 
By the Eldest Forests 
In the darkest night 
We will prevail! 

The burning symbols of God 
The remnants of our unholy acts 
The only sign of our existense 

When the sun fades away 
Behind the mountains, under the horizon 
We draw our swords 
And storm the mountainsides 
Like Unholy tide 
Our shields reflect the moonlight 
And the hilltops shine 
In silver-blue flame 
The earth is trembling 
Under our feet 
We will crush Jehovah 
Like a worm!