SLAUGHTERSTORM ON SHEEPS HILL
With dogs of war they track the blood Of fire, water, air and mud To destroy the flocks of weak A wolf amongst human sheep
I am the fiend born of demonic seed Into your world made flesh Elemental drone from dimensions unknown For I am the storm of death For I'm at one with the night I'm the air you breath in
Beyond all realms of time For I am the essence of all evil
Manfest into a beating heart The breath of six hundred and sixty-six lost souls The weak human race is my clay!