From Hell — Dark Moor

Pure dark badness A black cold sadness Falling into Hole of madness dying to

Step into the city breaking out from silence Iron Gods Pouring flaming violence

Sirens, don't stop crying Really crying loud Murder now Is allowed

Hissing arrow Soaked in fire Wrapped in wire The souls cry

From hell! Right from hell!

Crazy driven horden of brothers Money given to slay others Richness striven between smothers Is paid in blood

Keep on fighting no surrender Judgement coming no defender Just believing the pretender Evil rising into

A spiral of madness For all will be sentenced And this way Justice will take vengeance

Power does conspire Against innocence Wrapped in wire The souls cry