Hail To England

Blood of My Enemies (J.DeMaio)

Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. - The fierce,
The black, and the wicked are
their names - we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted flight.
No voice of mercy - no evangels of light.

Mighty messengers - heathens rage
Witness our coming - gods of the dead.
I ride through the air -
I laugh as I die - with powers of evil
Dark knowledge is mine.
The ride of the wicked.
The 1st sin was trust. -
Kill without warning - for blood now
I lust.

Strong winds - magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead - they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.

Three sons have I, and they
Ride by my side. - The fierce,
The black, and the wicked are
their names - we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted flight.
No voice of mercy - no evangels of light.

Strong winds - magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead - they carry the dead
Where the blood of my enemy lies.

Each Dawn I Die (J.DeMaio/R.Friedman)

Passing through the storm -
Led by demons - walk between the
World of men and gods -
Cast no shadows - draw no light.
I rape the priestess on pagans night.

I taste the serpents poison
On the lips of the one I love.
She brings this gift of witchcraft.
I wear the cat-skin-gloves.

Apples of youth when I wrought
Mischief, hung in a tree to rot
In the sun. -
Reborn in the middle of the
Final orgy - a gift of slavery
To the chosen one.

Suicide Suicide don't you know
Me - call to the Master - he will
Come. - He will bring our
Ressurection - cloacked in darkness -
He has won.

Smoke of my sacrifice. -
Journey to the Isle of the
Blessed. -
Grant my soul your glory.
At night time - I'm your guest.
Only I know why -

Each dawn I die.

Smoke of my sacrifice. -
Journey to the Isle of the
Blessed. -
Grant my soul your glory.
At night time - I'm your guest.
Only I know why -

Each dawn I die...

Kill With Power (J.DeMaio)

Hear what's written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead. - Ride through the
Gate of clouds - stand on the open step.

Run beserk - spreading fear and pain.
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us - not their fire -
Iron or steel - for we have the
Will to power - with power we will
Kill.

Kill with power - die die
Kill with power - die die

To the war god Odin you will pray.
And the curse of weapons shall
Remain. On the blood of all our
Fathers - on their weapons we now
Swear to avenge - not lament.
Give the False ones death.

Kill with power - die die
Kill with power - die die

Hail to England (J.DeMaio)

Raise sails head for the open sea.
With sails full of wind - our hearts
Overflow with belief.

The quest for the grail to England
We sail, with our steel. We
Bring what was lost. If
Lives are the cost, let it be.

Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. Brave and Grand. On English
Ground - we were born. Proudly
We return. - To English shore

Hail, hail to England -
Hail, hail, hail.

We march from the hills
Down to London town. -
Join Raise your hand - or hide
When we ride for the crown.

The sign of the hammer and
The black winds blow through
The night. Long was our wait
Our meeting with Fate is tonight.

Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. Brave and Grand. On English
Ground - we were born. Proudly
We return. - To English shore

Hail, hail to England -
Hail, hail, hail.

Standing tall - one and all -
Light the hall. -

Years have passed - I've dreamed
of this day.
As we raise our hands - we
proudly say.

Hail, hail to England -
Hail, hail, hail.

Army of the Immortals (J.DeMaio/R.Friedman)

Battle hymns did sound the call.
You came to our side.
You heard true metal - into glory
Ride.

You stood beside us the false ones
Cried. - Your love is judgement.
You gave us life.

You wait in the rain - you walk
Through the snow. We give you
Our blood. We want you to know.
In our eyes your immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever -
In our eyes your immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever.

We have read your letters -
We have heard your call.
We were brought together -
Cause we've got the balls -
To play the loudest metal.
So hard and so wild and mean. -
You'll live forever we were
Born from your belief.

Metal makes us strong
Together we belong - forever
Here's your song. We want you
To know.
In our eyes your immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever -
In our eyes your immortal
In our hearts you'll live forevermore.

Metal makes us strong
Together we belong - forever
Here's your song. We want you
To know.
In our eyes your immortal -
In our hearts you'll live forever -
In our eyes your immortal
In our hearts you'll live forevermore.

Black Arrows (Instrumental) (J.Demaio)

Bridge of Death (J.Demaio)

Slowly crossing as the river runs below
Never stopping for what's waiting soon will show
And this the last time looking back I'll see
My home for he awaits me reaching for my soul
He calls my name, and waves me on
The fallen one he stands in flame

Well the life that he has given full of riches
And sucess has a price that I made good in
Blood to pay. And the light he now is showing
To guide my every footstep is insurance if
I falter on my way. And what God has now
forsaken and man has never seen are the
Riches of the underworld below all my
Years of earthly pleasures gave support
Unto the bridge I now cross it giving
Him my soul

Dark Lord, I summon thee demanding the
Sacred right to burn in hell, ride up on hells
hot wind. Face one more evil than thou, take
My lustful soul,
Drink my blood as I drink yours, impale me on
the horns of death
Cut off my head release all my evil Lucifer is king
Praise Satan

I know the one who waits Satan
Is his name across the bridge of death
There he stands in flame
I know the one who waits Satan
Is his name across the bridge of death
There he stands in flame.

He is my provider as I walk into the
Void for eternity I give him my soul
I shall do his bidding obey him
Without question even walk among the living if
I'm told

Satan don't forsake me I wait for
You to take me grant me wings and as
Your messenger I'll fly



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