Lyrics:
Hell March

shine Out of fire, smoke and brimstone Dreaded one will rise Rise, burn, rise Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell Father's a priest and he's casting

we march, your sword rides with me For when we march, your sword rides with me For when we march, your sword rides with me For when we march, your sword

I am the street peddlers miracle juice Do I hear? Do I hear? (Numbers) Buyer in the balcony section Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment

I've got everything I need To keep you at my side A new reason every day To keep my head up And this will be the last time You get to see my face

Translation: Fear Before The March Of Flames. Whiskey Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell.

hell we march (Into the mouth of hell) Into the mouth of hell we march Into the mouth of hell we march (Into the mouth of hell) Into the mouth of hell we march

: I've got everything I need To keep you at my side A new reason every day To keep my head up And this will be the last time You get to see my face

Out of fire, smoke and brimstone The dreaded one will rise Rise...Burn...Rise... Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell Father's a priest and he's

I am the street peddlers miracle juice Do I hear? Do I hear? (Numbers) Buyer in the balcony section Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment