Woorden:
Urgehal Through Thick Fog Till Death

one I must collect the five triangles Of the sharp edged pentagram Its our deadly weapon through war and desecration Support our gruesome terror and sadistic violence Lust for death

: Invasion storming through the land Invasion coming from the coast Invasion coming through the air Invasion everywhere Can you hear the bells of Armageddon

grew black wings Wings of Destruction, a sign of devastation My ripping claws itched to scar and slice In infested flesh through the soil of death Open

: Totally alone I wander by each pillars of hell Sunken deep beyond the devil waves Blessed be hellfire and royal satanic dwell Possessed and vanished

the bloody faces, you are the one I remember No single starlit night has passed Since I poured your death Without you haunting my dreams and sodomize my soul Your death

the wave Of the supreme Satanic pain Death would be a sweet relief From this harsh internal rape Immense pain boiling under Your skin As if demons rush through

all the bloody faces, you are the one I remember No single starlit night has passed Since I poured your death Without you haunting my dreams and sodomize my soul Your death

the dearest Ritual, I evoke thy evil spirit Sacrifice, the shepherdess decorates my altar Ghastly skin I caress Dead cold December grace A mixture of lust and death

Invasion storming through the land Invasion coming from the coast Invasion coming through the air Invasion everywhere Can you hear the bells of Armageddon