Bathory - Day Of Wrath Lyrics

Finally the purifying storm, first we shall die then be reborn
So flock the banner of 'The Return' now fight and die
Many head serpent is here at our side

Wagnerian end the grand finale is here
Awash with red blood, rebirth is near
I feel wind of Mayhem against your face
Bugle divine can be heard throughout space

If in the heat of battle you will have doubts
Just kill them all and let their God sort 'em out
The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep
For when thou wind doth saw then storm
Thou shall reap on the final day

The angel heart lies cold Under The Sign
And crimson still the frozen blood on the ice
Drawn on the walls in blood of goats of the Octagon
The vagrant souls will chant the 'Requiem'
And until the 'Twilight' is long gone

Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the facces goddess
Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death
Now the sky is crimson with the blood of angels
Kneel before the voice, face the anger of God

Day of wrath
Day of wrath
Day of wrath
Day of wrath