Cataract Hallow Horns Lyrics:
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no
glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two horned master is
on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they are
driven Cant you hear the screams - we are the
damned We are the feast for the unholy priest
Master and Servant, the puppets are on Man has to
retreat for the masters brigade Listen ! Listen !
Listen ! to the hallow horn Listen to hallow horn
A new race will be born Listen to hallow horn A
new race will be born The undefeatable legion Will
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kill the great pigeon This is one of many
futuristic and symbolic looks at how the world
will once come to an end. Looking at the wars that
are been fought all over the world. We are nothing
else than heading straight into our decline. As we
are raising hell everyday, we have woken up the
two horned master. He is awake for the free blood.
Soon there will be a big death storm raging around
the earth with his legions leading it. They will
come to take our lost souls and bring back purity
with fire. He will be marching in with glory horns
and will be leaving a bloody soil. And we give
support day by day.
Lyrics: Hallow Horns, Cataract [end]