Chains of Black Wrath - Aggressive Perfector

Militia of black thunder

Riding through the night

With a trail of dead behind us

The rest we’ll burn alive

Cities fall in ruin

The innocent they cry

Now hang them all for treason

One thousand more to die

We’re riding high the winds of pestilence

We’ll take down all that’s in our path

Doomsday believers

We live and die for the cause

With the chains of wrath that bind us

We leave you ripped and torn

At the mercy of the devil

The beast we know too well

Relentless pillage and slaughter

Life descends to hell

Riding high the winds of pestilence

We’ll take down all that’s in our path

No remorse, Evil sacrament

We are shackled to the chains of wrath

In the minds of the insane

Indoctrinated

Death cult of fucking darkness

We’re coming after you

Ripped and severed torso

Slaughtering

In the name of the demigod

Apostates shall die

Militia of darkness

Proceed the attack

Shackled forever

The chains of black wrath

Come gather now, you heathens

For it’s the day of the black wrath

There’s no chance of salvation

As the hordes they cheer and laugh

A celebration of evil

Slaughtering our prey

Bloodshed, Annihilation

Just another day