Total Destruição

I am the fifth horseman of the apocalypse.
I wield in my hands
A sword forged in steel and fire.
Raise your heads so I can cut them off.
Pain you shall not fear, for your blood
In my hands I shall drink, for I need
Your souls to pay my pact with Satan
And your blood to continue eternal.
For it is all close to total... destruction!
In a few seconds your heads will explode
Such is the brutality of the sound you will hear.
Our amps are turned up to the maximum
Maximum power to destroy everything.
Not even Satan will hear your cries for help
For your souls are already in our hands
And the end is already prophesied
Black metal, total destruction.

[Solo]

[Repeat 3rd and 4th stanzas]

Destruction!
Destruction!
Total... destruction!

[Solo]

Destruction!
Destruction!
Total... destruction!