Gun smoke and decay now fill the air,
|
Armed to the teeth we take our stand.
|
Decapitating the sons of darkness,
|
With my axe I'll leave them lifeless.
|
|
Hordes of the shadow still pressing on,
|
Consuming the living till the break of dawn.
|
Drops of blood turn into rivers,
|
as we trudge through the mounds of corpses.
|
|
Body¡¯s collapse like fallen empires,
|
I'll take their lives but they wont take mine.
|
When will the sun awaken from its slumber,
|
or will the dark of night reign forever.
|
|
The dead will rise at midnight
|
Through the ashes they crawl from a midnight slumber
|
Then the demons will fall
|
and the dead will fall at midnight
|
Through the ashes they crawl from a midnight slumber
|
Then the demons will fall
|
and the dead will die at midnight
|
|
With a silver bullet between the eyes,
|
Return the dead into their graves tonight.
|
Beyond the grave the flesh is calling,
|
and down the walls the blood is crawling.
|
|
The power of Christ compels you,
|
The power of Christ compels you all.
|
|
In the name of the father I cast thee out
|
|
-----------------
|
Hordes Of The Shadow
|
| Thyne Scabbard |
