Blood of the Saints

Our mother God we hold the sword in holy times We are the war, we never see the light The order call, we all will take more human wine And we toast to the night We fold our hands, we keep the bible in our minds Our father God, we are the hordes of Ca

A frightening scream pierces the night A deliverance of an oppressive plight Terror engulfs satanic life A suffering of eternal strife Attack is before you, pray a light might guide you From mortal fear in your life A stand to fight, no more wrong or

Satani, Satani, in amus dignita Satani, Satani, e vade retro sagitta We came to fight in the army of Christ Armed with a fistful of steel Send to inferno the demons allied Prayer for prayer the deal We are the storm and the wicked inside, More than a