Back From The South Of Hell

Not even the axe
Of time
Was able to erase
The flames

We remember
The past
We walk through
The Darkness

We will raise
The flag of hate
And we will claim
The throne

We will drink the blood
Of usurpers
And we will march on
Their graves

Pray for you God
He won't hear you
Pray for your God
He will not save you

Ah!

We have arrived!
Back from the south of hell!