Blood of My Enemies

Three sons have I, and they Ride by my side. The fierce, The black, and the wicked are Their names we ride down my Enemies on their half-hearted flight. No voice of mercy no evangels of light. Mighty messengers heathens rage I ride through the air I

Time of fucking chaos Antichrist raised his sword Mercy and frailty disdained For they offend the strong Peace is unattainable Let's celebrate out triumph Let's build a pyramid of skulls To see the farthest Our conquest is everlasting We will not ret