Bathory Armageddon

I swear the oath of blood
and tear the virgin's flesh
I gash the wounds of heaven
and rides the wings of death
Tonight the cauldrons are filled
with brewage madeof hate
Tonight we blasphemy
possessed we desecrate
Tonight we raise our cups
and toast in an angels blood
Salute hell's victory
despise the words of God
Armageddon
Eternal battlefields
no prisoners we take
We rape your sacred souls
behind the seven gates
Tonight you all will hear
the angels cry of pain
and in the sky you will see