A shadow burns across the sky Foretelling the ruin of your kind At his back hell’s wrath burns true The angel of death descends upon you Descends upon you! And he rides Your wickedness quickens his stride And he rides The demon rider heralds life’s demise The army of hell surges forth Your arms won’t stop the demon horde The time has come to pay your dues The tides of war wash over you Wash over you! For a thousand years, he has waited This time there’ll be no place to hide The reign of the one you call god is over Death comes when the demon rides And he rides The demon rider heralds life’s demise And you’ll die Death comes when the demon fucking rides

Armor shining in dim light Thousands marching break the silence Arms well-sharpened match their minds But life does not favor the blind Legions move among the trees Nothing of enemies do they see None know of the coming test Death comes in Teutoburg Forest Steel comes crashing down upon them, and the heat of battle grows hotter Barely time to face their foes, they’re led like lambs to the slaughter Rip out the hearts of your enemies, and bring them to their knees Their blood will water the ground, and they will be but memory. Varus, where are your legions? Slaughtered by Germanic steel One you counted as your own The greatest blow would deal How the fuck did it come to this, those savages were conquered with an iron fist Three strong legions should have crushed their skulls, and the name of their general grace Roman Halls Unwise to ignore clear warnings, Varus marched at the first light of morning Once again the die was cast, none knew this day would be their last Arrows reign down upon them, and hardened veterans fall No time to raise their shields, their deaths they can’t forestall Their leaders can do nothing, they die with all the rest Freedom came to Germany in Teutoburg Forest Varus, where are your legions? Slaughtered by Germanic steel One you counted as your own The greatest blow would deal The Lost Legions Sacrificed without a cause The Lost Legions Sacrificed to ancient gods The Lost Legions Sacrificed without a cause The Lost Legions Sacrificed to ancient gods

Three-hundred thousand march Warrior professionals Hoplites glint in the sun About to be cast into legend On the ground Leonidas leads Themystocles defends the sea Those unchosen jealous of the chance to die Through death, immortality At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand The hubris of the athenians Called the wrath of the Persians Xerxes took up the crusade of his father How could he comprehend the slaughter The Greek states’ forces combine For what is the first time A spartan band holds the center Their glory soon to be known forever At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand Brothers in arms standing side by side, shields locked, from our spears nowhere to hide Unbreakable will dominates the field of battle Bones rattle as a spear rips through your face Last look, see your comrades lying wasted Time slows, not much of your face left More spears pierce your flesh Your mind beholds the truth of death With pain you draw your last breath Through the dust it’s hard to see what awaits The wall of spears no man can penetrate Men sweat from heat but more from fear The dreaded war horn signals their end is near Thermopylae So many souls freed Brave men bleed Only death ends duty

Nyarlathotep The Crawling Chaos Messenger of the Outer Gods Risen from the blackness of 27 centuries Bearing messages from places not of this planet When the heat rose he came, chaos precedes his name By the pale moon his light guides, and by madness divides. Your world transported between veils of existence Mind exposed to reality beyond human sense His purpose beyond comprehension Only brief glimpses shown of his intentions. Nyarlathotep Bringer of Nightmares Prophet of Destruction Risen from the blackness of 27 centuries Bearing messages from places not of this planet When the heat rose he came, chaos precedes his name By the pale moon his light guides, and by madness divides. Your world transported between veils of existence Mind exposed to reality beyond human sense His purpose beyond comprehension Only brief glimpses shown of his intentions. A thousand forms he has taken Yet will he forever remain faceless Now you shall know the ruin he’s left This one that they call the soul of the ancients. The truth will be laid bare, your gods cannot save you Only now you are aware, you don’t want to know what made you You don’t want to know what made you! Drifting upon the charnel winds from chambers beyond time Through the graveyards of the universe comes a thin monotonous whine Joined in an endless ceremony to the ceaseless beating of drums From whence ultimate chaos spawns plays the mad flute for Azathoth, the blind god. Nyarlathotep The Crawling Chaos Messenger of the Outer Gods Prophet of Destruction Risen from the blackness of 27 centuries Bearing messages from places not of this planet When the heat rose he came, chaos precedes his name By the pale moon his light guides, and by madness divides. Your world transported between veils of existence Mind exposed to reality beyond human sense His purpose beyond comprehension Only brief glimpses shown of his intentions. A thousand forms he has taken Yet will he forever remain faceless Now you shall know the ruin he’s left This one that they call the soul of the ancients.

Slaughtered in a viking massacre Northmen come to kill men like dogs And take the gold of the Christian god Their pagan gods will grant them strength, By Thor and Odin in pious blood they’ll bathe These demons approach with northern winds Their violence a punishment for sin Priests hold cross in trembling hand By axe are hewn down where they stand Desecrated in a viking massacre Now meet your god Now meet your god Never before has such terror been seen As that which the heathen vikings bring On the altar spilt the blood of saints Their bodies trampled like filth in the streets Longboats herald the change you fear Your dread grows worse as dragon heads grow near Resistance is but a fantasy Your untimely death a certainty now Gutted in a viking massacre Victory and glory spur them on Longboats left long before dawn Bred to take and give nothing back Ferocity gains all that they lack Nothing will ever be the same Into history they smash their name At Lindisfarne slaughter would foretell The descent of Europe into viking hell! Eviscerated in a viking massacre Drown in your blood In your blood For gold and valhalla they ride Never before has such terror been seen As that which the heathen vikings bring On the altar spilt the blood of saints Their bodies trampled like filth in the streets Filth in the streets Accept defeat On your knees Time to Bleed Viking Massacre!