Hordes of Wrath - Storms of Fire

Bloodspilling and death rules
My lust of power
Worship me blindly
Or meet
Your final hour

Murder rape
All allowed
In my name
Pillage pray
With pleasure
In your eyes
They are wrong
They lie
I'm the only right
Send me your
Devotion
Maybe I spare your lives

Storms of fire
Fire fire fire

I
Came to teach you wicked games
In front of the holy gates
All the tribes and nations
Hail my name

You
Suppress the darkside
Hideous thoughts of genocidе
Have no fear of my storms of fire

Scrеam - but no one will hear
Don't you dare to question
Believe what you don't see
Search and never find