Fire burns in the shape of a ring
The vampire rises
Two hands grasp the goblet as he drinks
A spawn of the ministry
The soul is weakened by
By the presence of The Brood
Light fades to dark
As the bloodbath is revealed
No mercy shown
To the brothers of the feud
Hell is upon us
Hell
Blood drips from the fangs of a fiend
Disciple of the dead
The ritual of the sick and obscene
The impaler awaits
The impaler awaits
Fire burns in the shape of a ring
The blood fiend rises
Two hands grasp the goblet as he drinks
A spawn of the ministry