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Horde of Undead Vengeance
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2008 Maximo Matanza ASCAP
WAR METAL BATTLE MASTER (Southern Lord / Sunn91)
Thu Mar 13, 2008
Metal : Heavy Metal
Take charge
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» today's position in sub-genre: # 876 in Heavy Metal
» highest in sub-genre: # 148 (34,818 songs currently listed in Metal > Heavy Metal) » today's position: # 2127 in Metal
» today's position in sub-genre: # 876 in Heavy Metal
Lyrics
Pierced by the sun,
Enduring time,
Stands a shrine,
The haunted forest of the witch,
Repulsive theurgist,
Grim Alkimede,
Brings unholy offerings,
Summon shades to the pit,
Spill the blood in hallowed trench,
From the spout of virgin necks,
Swarming black snakes, half dead tissues,
Yet living entrails and gouts of blood,
Hekate led, the ghosts to the upper world,
Her passing heralded by baying hounds,
With fierce cries, the witch calls upon the night,
As the spell is cast, the spectres rise,
The ghost of Kretheus, gazed upon his mournful son,
He sipped the blood, and uttered ancient words,
"Jason is safe, but the King plans Aeson's death,
Pray to Phlegethon to raise his horde",
She appeased, the god of triple form,
With the sacrifice, of the grand bull,
Go you demons, from this evil crypt,
Raid the caravan, of the emperor,
Horde of Vengeance,
From hallow graves,
Undead soldiers,
Usurp the wicked crown,
Cursed Dead,
Rising from the ground,
Nekro army,
Bring the tyrant down,
Eagerly they drank from the castle guards,
And drained the blood from the regal queen,
Let accursed fear, grip his mad heart,
Let him scream until he is senseless,
Let him live, so my son may come,
With grim steel, he'll take...
Vengeance!!!
Enduring time,
Stands a shrine,
The haunted forest of the witch,
Repulsive theurgist,
Grim Alkimede,
Brings unholy offerings,
Summon shades to the pit,
Spill the blood in hallowed trench,
From the spout of virgin necks,
Swarming black snakes, half dead tissues,
Yet living entrails and gouts of blood,
Hekate led, the ghosts to the upper world,
Her passing heralded by baying hounds,
With fierce cries, the witch calls upon the night,
As the spell is cast, the spectres rise,
The ghost of Kretheus, gazed upon his mournful son,
He sipped the blood, and uttered ancient words,
"Jason is safe, but the King plans Aeson's death,
Pray to Phlegethon to raise his horde",
She appeased, the god of triple form,
With the sacrifice, of the grand bull,
Go you demons, from this evil crypt,
Raid the caravan, of the emperor,
Horde of Vengeance,
From hallow graves,
Undead soldiers,
Usurp the wicked crown,
Cursed Dead,
Rising from the ground,
Nekro army,
Bring the tyrant down,
Eagerly they drank from the castle guards,
And drained the blood from the regal queen,
Let accursed fear, grip his mad heart,
Let him scream until he is senseless,
Let him live, so my son may come,
With grim steel, he'll take...
Vengeance!!!
