Storm Of Evil

Tell me sweet ones, what would you say
 if you were going to die today?
 a meaningless death for others than me
 the gods have spat on your destiny
 the seed of rot has flowered your minds
 stenching harder for each word you say
 go ahead, think your last godless thoughts
 - your last I'm sure as hell they'll be
 yeah
 (I say) you'll die freezing
 in the storm of evil
 (I say/yeah) the hornd proclaiming armageddon
 is the sign of the storm of evil
 speeches of dis-worship calls forth the divine
 slice your words with the lashes of the whip
 your soul bleeds bloods as it pounds on your skin
 we drink from the chalice of frightened screams
 armageddon wields its rusty sword
 casting plague upon the weakest of souls
 doom's evil eye fall exclusively upon you
 - you, my dears, will be the first to fall...
 only true believers will survive the storm of evil
 'said only true believers will survive the storm
 of evil
 EXECUTE
 we drink from the chalice of frightened screams