3 Inches Of Blood

Great and terrible are things that feed on fear
Afflicting all the weak
Sucking up their tears
Drain the life from those who cannot stand the night
Demise will manifest as Assassins Of The Light
Storm cloud in the horizon
Pitching day into night
Beseech the blackened sky
For no light shines
Call upon your sins to give you great ascent
Give no quarter to the coward
Shade of blackness holds the truth behind the sun
Pages of the Holy word
Commit to flame
Burning sickle
Has come to take your head
They're coming for you
Assassins Of The Light are coming
A plague of Antichrists