Like Hail by Katharsis Lyrics

Azazel's laughter in the wind
Summons the messengers of sin
My hands are dirty with hot blood
I will take my sword
When race war starts
Knights of Black Steel
With the Serpent banner
Malice slaughter
At the dusk of days
Blind seer on the top of the hill
Who hears the things beyond
The one with thousand names
Commander is of his sons
Unbound, dreadful lines of victory
Beneath a bolting roar
Our sea of arrows chases the host
This is the prophecy comes true
Azazel's laughter in the wind
Summons, the sinners are to win
My hands are dirty with hot blood
I take my sword for race war is in ...