Depressed - Horrors in the Storm of Blood

Screams of hate evokes the despair when the sky turns black…
Disease and plagues, exterminating the race when the hell sets free...
Nightmare and pain, disgrace and death, when the end consume our souls…
There won’t be mercy, there won’t be hope, when the holocaust begun!

Our bodies will be consumed
And the smell of death will be in us
We will be victims of chaos
And fury from infernal souls

We’ll watch the angel’s rebellion
The brave warriors from hell
We’ll see the bestiality tormenting
In the name of hatred!

The blood drains like scarlet whore
Mutilation on darkness border
There's only horrors, in the storm of blood
Where mangled bodies will burn in hell!

Profanations and blasphemies
Like malevolent illusions
Of those insane minds!!!

“I’ll go walking, on black clouds
The hell calls my name, on the storm day”

Storm of blood…
The day of suffering in the final silence!
Storm of blood…
Our putrid bodies in the final day!!!


Into the valley of the souls we will stay possessed
Paying for our blasphemies with the beasts fury
In this cold earth profane and malicious…
Dominant suffering, “the power be thy name”

And then these are the demons
With their followers rage
Our bodies will be dilacerated
A blazing destruction!!!

Then we will be slaughtered
And from this slaughter, reborn the storm of blood
Turning the holocaust more repugnant
The hell will swallow the ruins of this world!!!

The blood drains like scarlet whore
Mutilation on darkness border
There's only horrors, in the storm of blood
Where mangled bodies will burn in hell!

And we will stay possessed…