In Sickness and in Hell - Nocturnal Breed

Ripe with the sickness

Vanity and Hell

Pointing claws in arrogance

Riot rising — Contemplation ends

Cast your eyes into the burning skies

Can you hear the funeral bells?

As you plough on towards Hell

Excommunicating everything in sight

In sickness and in Hell we stand

Beast of Bourbon — The Devil’s hand

You have a dawn appointment with the gallows

«When you f*cked with us… An Army was born…»

Ice cold — Riot stare

Horns locked

And metal to the bone I swear

I don’t want you here

You don’t mean shit to me, No

I bite the hand that feeds me

Hah, I can’t take it no more

I’m going straight to the core

Cry… Havoc

It’s foaming at my mouth

Better run for your life

No more warnings, no more signs

Scream for retribution

This time I’m first in line

In sickness and in Hell

Primus — Denominator

Spitting bolts in tongues of fire

Enforcer — Eradicator

'Come drag you to the funeral pyre

It’s quite a sight, we’ve come full circle

You have to kill me now to shut me now

Inflictor — Annihilator

You better check your pulse

You might be dead I the ground

Objective — Damnation

Objective — Dead ahead

Drunk on blood I smell your fear

The Blood-froth's in my veins

In sickness and in Hell