Fear us tonight, for we are the butchers that haunt your streets at dawn.. Craving your flesh
Despicable knights who had witnessed the death of mankind
On alcohol we drown ourselves, hoping to forget about the blood we spilled
Demented, unleashing a curse our purpose manifests in seek of human flesh
helpless ones armed with knives in order to kill the human raze
it's a curse upon ourselves..
We are the blackness we're the diseased we're the ghostriders in the sky
Mere fragments of ash soaked in blood
(Breathe)
No remorse for the dead
No regrets for the ones we have killed
Their lives mean nothing
Oblivion means nothing
To be reborn under the wings of death
Condemned to be annihilated
Condemned to be erradicated