Marching. Marching. Marching. Marching,
In the name of Satan I command you to spill the blood of the innocent,
Marching. Marching. Marching. Marching,
And when the blood is spilled...we will rise!

CHORUS:
We are immortal, we cannot die,
We shall gain what we desire,
Look upon the earth with scorn,
legions of chaos are born!
Tortured deamons, half a head
Marching with the living dead,
Pitiful humans, slaves be ours,
Fresh meat to Devour!

Hear the drums pound out the beat,
Satan's sons rise to their feet,
Gather weapons in their hands,
Marching forth unto the land,
Down the rivers blood will flow,
As piles of burning bodies grow,
Down your neck you feel their breath,
They're the bearers of eternal death!

CHORUS

Now that the blood of the innocent's spilled,
All protesters have been killed,
Volcanoes rise from the earth,
Rivers of lava spewing forth,
Eternal fires burning bright,
Manacled slaves try to take flight,
From the carcass wounds they bled,
As into the depths of hell they're led!

CHORUS