Souls - Occult

We the souls of evil unite

We the black figures appear

Battlefield is near, Occult legion laugh

We have no fear, strong and rough

We are spawned by forces

We are teached by the master

We are dressed in black

Our goal lies there

We stand in pride

Side by side

We raise the signs

Who searches will find

The horses are packed armed with artillery

The faces paint black, causes more immortality

Our weapons are loaded, each one has two

Our clothing is strong, forged in blood

The storm awaits, high in the air

And darkened clouds gather

We shall fight forever

And blood will flow… They shall know!

They cannot kill…

They cannot kill… what moves in black

They cannot kill… what's stronger

They cannot kill… what's already dead