Hallow Horns

A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory — pure pleasure in Pain
Two
Horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they are driven
Can’t you hear
The screams — we are the damned We are the feast for the unholy priest Master
and
Servant, the puppets are on Man has to retreat for the masters brigade Listen !
Listen !
Listen ! to the hallow horn Listen to hallow horn A new race will be born
Listen to hallow
Horn A new race will be born The undefeatable legion Will kill the great pigeon
This is one
Of many futuristic and symbolic looks at how the world will once come to an end.
Looking
At the wars that are been fought all over the world. We are nothing else than
heading
Straight into our decline. As we are raising hell everyday, we have woken up
the two
Horned master. He is awake for the free blood. Soon there will be a big death
storm
Raging around the earth with his legions leading it. They will come to take our
lost souls
And bring back purity with fire. He will be marching in with glory horns and
will be leaving
A bloody soil. And we give support day by day