| Soulflayer |
| Awake! Sons of Vengeance rise Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons of war Today we conquer the self - tomorrow the world Men of war defiant - to ashes fall the gods Apocalyptic deeds - fierce archonic might A knell a pall masking honored rites of spring The empyreal majesty of abyss winds An affirmation of struggle Like wolves closing in for the kill Making holy our war immortal this glorious night A brotherhood of iron - falling in we march Shout into the star shattered Dawn... We are Sons of Vengeance Blessed and bold Reborn in hate Fingers of scorn fists of furious destruction Discipline of steel beyond the roar of all war Unleashed lightning storm brigades to be Powerful creative joyous and free |