Hounds

Sun sets on the moor The cry of the hounds live forevermore Stalking the night They roam the countryside till morning's light Do you hear the hounds they call Scan the dark eyes aglow Through the...

We are the false prophets, The kings of sin. We will rest when your Mother Earth is barren. Hounds from Hell. We are the final judgement, The divine apocalypse. We will rest when your Mother Earth...