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Tekster: Vader. Armageddon. Crucified Ones.

Mortal crosses standing in the row
Seem to reach up to the burning sky
Damned souls grouping on the dark
Going round the stretched arms
Bodies, faces
Unnaturally bended in pain
Lifeless eyes staring at the space
Persecution of the dying has begun
Here's the place of the alteration
Where life turns into other form
Dark ritual of demons procreation
Hear the cries - of the crucified ones
Throbing Flashes in the rhytm of thunder
Nailed hands greeting angry gods
Coming fourth to feast in blood
Bodies, faces
Unnaturally changend in lust
Purple fluid streams on the wood
Like tears of dying cross...
Here's the place of alteration
Where gods turn into temporal form,
Dark ritual of demons procreation
Come on! Leave your life and join the dead in hell
Masters of forgotten arts
Deign to look at your servant
Acceptance my greatest sacrufuce
Sebd revebge in vastard's seed!
O come to me!
I beg thee, open wide the gates
All flends of flends
From the deep of dark abyss arrive!
Pazuzu, the evil one
Lord, who feeds on agel cries!
Bless the damned, curse the blessed
- crucify them
SONG: The Final Massacre
Warriors with hate inflict destruction
Comes true the awful prediction

Still alive corpses lie in the street
Spitting the blood to the god
Dying in flames damned mob
Screaming in pain "This can't be, Oh god"
Maybe they will understand he was never
But will be too late, so die forever
Circling in the sky the demons now descend
To raise their slaughter of mankind till its end
The final massacre of people on the earth
Pain cracks their minds, everywhere is death
False gods in their temples tremble with fear
They know the death is now so near
Unearthly Armageddon burns with flames of doom
Poisoned seed flung into virgin's womb
Circling in the sky the demons now descend
To raise their slaughter of mankind till its end
The final massacre of people on the earth
Pain cracks their minds, everywhere is death
Merciless' angels fly over head
Its no time for your imploring plans
Commit suicide with horror in your eyes
Bleeding with scars, pride world now dies
Warriors with hate inflict destruction
Comes true with awful prediction
Still alive corpses lie in the street
Spitting the blood to the god
Dying in flames damned mob
Screaming in pain "This can't be, Oh god"
Maybe theu will understand he was never
But will be too late, so die forever
Differend Armageddon came true under your eyes
Dust comes down when the time came for the sunrise
The final massacre, winds destroy the earth
Impaled heads notify, that winner is the death