Howling tracks of hell they're coming, black storm on the rise.
They fill our temples with their lies.
The snakes come slithering,
Anarchy,
Chaotic hunters rise,
Spit in their evil eyes.
Stand our ground with hate and fury; fear that comes will die.
Our enemies have come to life,
Now they exalt the fiend,
Shotgun.
Your nightmare's not a dream,
They'll choke you and your screams.
A clashing comes, the haunting presence controlling all that breaths.
It's brought the world down to its knees,
The hounds of hell are freed,
Desolate,
And with their bite, disease.
His evil never sleeps.
Sacrificing sons and daughters, rolls the war machine,
The tyrant fills his destiny.
The snakes come slithering,
Anarchy,
Chaotic hunters rise,
Spit in their evil eyes.
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