Sorrowstorm - The Arduous Warpath Lyrics

The frame of mind of the wicked is filled with evil intentions

Some are subtle and hide their acts with peaceful words

Yet others hate with fury and bring the sword on the innocent

The spear of pain, the sword of hatred, the axe of tyranny and despair

The enemy will not rest, destruction becomes intense, where is our escape?

Filling the cities with hatred



He who possesses ears, let him hear

The one who sent me sees our grief; destroyer of those who oppose

You see, the victory belongs to us

spiritual extacy overcomes

We face the armies of despair

Annihilate the Hordes of Hell



Raise the banners of the cross

And the weapons of war

We will fight to the death

Until our war is won

The wisdom behind us is eternal

The ways of the wicked will perish

Indescribable anger is seen throughout their lives

How can they triumph if God is on our side

Time to die, clash of warfare, many are slaughtered

of two opposing sides



With armies of angels at my side

I conquer the earth with the sword

The wretched men shall suffer, the fools shall fall

The unholy judged by the one who saves souls

The Arduous Warpath; The Arduous Warpath!