Infinite Legions - 3 Inches Of Blood

Dark meteors

Pale demons astride

Hurled relentlessly across the night sky

Zealots of creation

To a theory chained

They’d kill for their faith or die

Never to kneel

They slaughter all Lords

On the souls of the faithful

Faithless demons gorge

A curse upon you

All you deserve

All seem to think they

Are on the truth path

A plague so vile

None shall survive

The righteous will tighten it’s grip on the free

Claiming their God is the one to believe

The beast is emerging

A danger untold

Trying to suppress what can’t be controlled

A curse upon you

All you deserve

Can you explain how

It is the Lord’s will

A plague so vile

None shall survive

Infinite Legions of conquering hordes

A curse on their blades

A hex on their swords

Unholy minions

Their mark

Heaven’s domain

Caressing the leather that binds up the tome

They’ll die on their knees

When the lies have been shown

Fire and brimstone are Eden’s demise

The great opposition

It’s time to arise

Slayers of angels

Haters of God

Infinite Legions

Victorious and strong

Heathen armies

Ceaseless advance