Witchaven

Black thrash assault

Witchaven
The hour of battle is at hand and the time for glory is now
The pure black of an army that is set to kill
War is the reason we prosper in a world so cruel
Violence and death is the reason for a life set to rule

War and Death

Soldiers that kill, machines of war
Troops of pain and terror
Militia of hate, brothers in arms
Terror that brings you death
Chaos and pain, under one sign
Sign of the Black Mark
Thrash attack, leading the way
War convulses the Earth

Black Thrash Assault

A society that knows only the horrors of war
The way that was given to us even at birth
We know no other way but to kill who oppose
To slaughter and maim the enemy and all who defy

War and Death

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