March Of The Crucifiers - Bloodbath

Lo and behold

Cat' o' nine tails

Flogging the back of the soon to be dead

Non-lethal at first

Just playful torture

We save his soul for the hangman’s roar

In the name of hell

We strip the cross of the arch priest

Get the rope to hang him high

To the gallows we go

Will celebrate a morbid feast

Til the flames of the funeral pyre

Transcending past perception

With ways of ripping death

Virtuous palpitation

Obliterate the ruined soul

Revenant imposter

Burn at mental stake

Ripples through the arteries

Rabid beast at last awake

Join our stride

It’s the march of the crucifiers

Kettledrums blast at the altar of death

Ensnarers of faith

Movement of night echo in aeternum

Heighten the kill and awaken the swarm

In the name of hell

We strip the cross of the arch priest

Get the rope to hang him high

To the gallows we go

Will celebrate a morbid feast

Til the flames of the funeral pyre

Dissident bliss

Blemish their poise

Strangle god’s voice

In the name of hell

We strip the cross of the arch priest

Get the rope to hang him high

To the gallows we go

Will celebrate a morbid feast

Til the flames of the funeral pyre