Letra de Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints
All purest blood against their law A noble heart to curse them all Majestic nature destined bride In league with death to please the wiseYour only goal your afterlife A punishment a true demise Just bleed for me, serving your death Sadistic tool's to take your breathTroops of Heathens, Graves of SaintsThe breathe of fear the smell of dark It's chaos to control your heart Beyond my dreams i wish you dead A need to strangle all your necksDamnation fucks some holy light Some prayers for this slayers night The question of good taste will bring That all his lambs will drown in sinTroops of Heathens, Graves of SaintsI against you all Your burning flesh Exterminate your art and rase Fatal disease And nothingness To break the chains of heavens manifestThis is the blade that will cut your throat and spill your bloodAll purest blood against their law A noble heart to curse them all Majestic nature destined bride In league with death to please the wise[Repeat chorus]Troops of Heathens, Graves of Saints