Alba s touto skladbou:
One Who Points to Death,
Sacred ground of the vampire traced where the Tigres and the Euphrates expire
Revelations form the middle eastern prophecies time conclealed in stone for none to see
Incantations appearing on the scrolls back wings of death slowly starting to unfold
Arrival ends the journey from the darkest depths of hell
Swarming demons have you in their spell
Rise from your graves silent creatures of the night
Rise darkest creatures of the night awaken thy undead exhume your soul prepare for flight
Remove your iron chains now drag your rotting corpse from hell
Extend those massive wings prepare to kill
Now to take fresh souls for satan leaving them begging for mercy
Suddenly according to the legend monsters rise at night full of grace and precision
Rescued from their coffins they evade at godspeed satan's angels start to interbreed
Hungry searching for their pray thirsting for your body as you slowly slip away
Draining all your blood leaves you pasty white cold confused and distraught
You shall never grow old
Rise from your graves silent creatures of the night
Rise darkest creatures of the night awaken thy undead exhume your soul prepare for flight
Remove your iron chains now drag your rotting corpse from hell
Extend those massive wings prepare to kill
Now to take fresh souls for satan leaving them begging for mercy
With the ease of a bat as the swoop from the skies cornering their prey
See the fear in your eyes
Razor shapr claws tears the flesh from your back examining your soul chomping at your neck
Tearing life from limb your mind begins to crack warriors of satan tearing out your heart
Change has now begun shattering humanity good becoming evil the masters of insanity
An animated lust for the human's life's blood the removal of your heart
The clouding of your mind the screaming from your soul
You've lost all track of time a bloodsucking ghost in league with the devil
