Black Battalions Lyrics

Ride abroad upon the path of storms
The air was peopled with unholy forms
Gather chanting around that sordid head
Master of the prison of the Dead
Loosen bands, furies spring
for their last struggle they own a King
This poem of a sky they sing
Places past the realm of fear

They Open Hell

Destruction, Disorder and Desire
They cling to him who braves the gale of high
They rush upon him like a wave and break
in fiery foam against him and they shake

They Open Hell

Let the furies and the fates spring forth
on wild chargers from the icy north
He stands amid the storm a mighty rock
His long hair blows about the demons mock

Came to avenge that might deliver him
From this grim fight whose horrid ranks are dim
With mist of spumed blood whose long chill hour
Beats out each second with the ghastly power.