Mayhem

Children are cryingWomen are prostituting
Everywhere is a shameNowhere is a blame
Come in to their housesTake care of them
But until you comeYou would find them died"I

Call upon the messenger of doon to slash with grim delight this victim!

Necromancers live awayInto hell's path they stay
Dead bodies hang aroundInto flames burning down
Down to dark cells live awayChristian bodies keep away
Dead bodies hang aroundInto flames burning down