Of Death - Byfrost

Beneath the northern lights we ride

The dark lord will guide us

Torches held high

We will kill everything living

There’s nowhere to run

The smell of death filling the air harvest begun

Legions

Of death

On a quest

We are obsessed

Legions

Of death

We are

Obsessed with death

Blood is raining from the skies

Red painted corpses the dead will arise

Infected with hatred and strength: some in denial

The smell of death fills the air: slay your ritual

Legions

Of death

On a quest

We are obsessed

Legions

Of death

We are

Obsessed with death