Sons Of Vengeance – Angelcorpse

Awake! Sons of Vengeance rise
Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes
Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons of
Today we conquer the self – tomorrow the world

Men of war defiant – to ashes fall the gods
Apocalyptic deeds – fierce archonic might
A knell a pall masking honored rites of spring
The empyreal majesty of abyss winds

An affirmation of struggle
Like wolves closing in for the kill
Making holy our war immortal this glorious night
A brotherhood of iron – falling in we march
Shout into the star shattered Dawn…

We are Sons of Vengeance
Blessed and bold
Reborn in hate

Fingers of scorn fists of furious destruction

Lyric Sons Of Vengeance – Angelcorpse