Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints - Desaster

All purest blood against their law

A noble heart to curse them all

Majestic nature destined bride

In league with death to please the wise

Your only goal your afterlife

A punishment a true demise

Just bleed for me, serving your death

Sadistic tool’s to take your breath

Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints

The breathe of fear the smell of dark

It’s chaos to control your heart

Beyond my dreams i wish you dead

A need to strangle all your necks

Damnation fucks some holy light

Some prayers for this slayers night

The question of good taste will bring

That all his lambs will drown in sin

Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints

I against you all

Your burning flesh

Exterminate your art and rase

Fatal disease

And nothingness

To break the chains of heavens manifest

This is the blade that will cut your throat and spill your blood

All purest blood against their law

A noble heart to curse them all

Majestic nature destined bride

In league with death to please the wise

Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints