| Song | Hosanna In Excelsis - Live |
| Artist | Sabbat |
| Album | History Of A Time To Come |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sneap, Walkyier | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins - | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We're cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| "Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Prayer shall offer no protection, | |
| from the swords of Blasphemy, | |
| holy altars rent asunder, | |
| in our deeds - priests their destruction see: | |
| The fear that dwells within them, | |
| at the wrath of Satan's hoard, | |
| grows and fills their hearts with terror, | |
| those who live by prayer - die by the sword. | |
| We're cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| "Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Dark formations fly above us, | |
| ghastly are the Lords of Hell, | |
| who proudly storm the gates of heaven, | |
| from which their noble masters fell ... | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins - | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We're cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| "Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." |
| zuo qu : Sneap, Walkyier | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Prayer shall offer no protection, | |
| from the swords of Blasphemy, | |
| holy altars rent asunder, | |
| in our deeds priests their destruction see: | |
| The fear that dwells within them, | |
| at the wrath of Satan' s hoard, | |
| grows and fills their hearts with terror, | |
| those who live by prayer die by the sword. | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Dark formations fly above us, | |
| ghastly are the Lords of Hell, | |
| who proudly storm the gates of heaven, | |
| from which their noble masters fell ... | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." |
| zuò qǔ : Sneap, Walkyier | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Prayer shall offer no protection, | |
| from the swords of Blasphemy, | |
| holy altars rent asunder, | |
| in our deeds priests their destruction see: | |
| The fear that dwells within them, | |
| at the wrath of Satan' s hoard, | |
| grows and fills their hearts with terror, | |
| those who live by prayer die by the sword. | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." | |
| Dark formations fly above us, | |
| ghastly are the Lords of Hell, | |
| who proudly storm the gates of heaven, | |
| from which their noble masters fell ... | |
| Soldiers of fortune, | |
| kings of Hades, | |
| in our quest for power unite, | |
| black messiahs, | |
| devastation angels, | |
| gird our loins | |
| prepare to fight: | |
| With weapons drawn in anger, | |
| at last we stand our ground, | |
| crusaders of damnation, | |
| in death our purpose is found at last. | |
| Charge! | |
| We' re cleansing the world with | |
| destruction and war, | |
| fear for your life when we knock at your door, | |
| there will be no salvation, | |
| just death and starvation, | |
| and Earth shall be Hell evermore. | |
| Hark! The fallen Angels sing: | |
| " Glory to Satan our King, | |
| the Holy Church we thus defied, | |
| the usurper crucified." |