Ere All Perish

With Words Of Scorn They Call

Through The Times They Burn

Where They Go Death Always Follows

Through The Skies Like The Wind Thy Storm

Birds Of Doom

Filled With A Holy Rage Against You All

With Words Of Scorn They Call

The Stranger Is An Enemy

Servants Of A False God They Are

Holders Of Innocence

Drowned In Blood

Blameless Observers Of Eternity

Drowned In Blood

In The Hopeless Land Of No Return

Through The Times They'll Burn

The Stranger Is An Enemy

Servants Of A False God They Are

Holders Of Innocence