Luror

The Iron Hand Of Blackest Terror

Luror


Try to stop the sinister ones 
And feel the iron hand of blackest terror 
Sweep your ineffable existence away 

The aim is to remove the subhuman spirit 
And all its worthless disciples 
The way of warlike antichristian consciousness 
The path of black metal terror 

Every true on in its name 
A thorn in the flesh of Judas' God 
Born in a negation of light 
Falseness becomes the ground we trample and burn 
Nail the swines to the inverted cross 
Tanks rolling in pentagram formation 
Thunder in our hearts 
Becomes their doom 
The pulse of machinegun fire 
The rhythm of our wrath 

Brethren in darkest destiny 
Black metal syndicate 
Prevailing forces in the battle against 
The liar's civilisation 
Laugh and you will suffer from our anger 
Spread rumours and feel your tongue we tear apart 

Try to stop the sinister ones 
And feel the iron hand of blackest terror 
And the breath of insanity 
Blow your ineffable existence away

Consentimento de cookies

Este site usa cookies ou tecnologias semelhantes para aprimorar sua experiência de navegação e fornecer recomendações personalizadas. Ao continuar a usar nosso site, você concorda com nossos Políticas de Privacidade