When i was young the frost covered the land
(there was the) venom of the kreator in every band
In an onslaught, the carnivore wears spikes
Masters of abomination and deathstrike...
Voivods running wild and at war
A hammer from hell, a massacre
Sacrifice the slayer in the pentagram
Manowar, sodom’s mayhem
Now they crossed the atlantic sea
Whiplash, slaughter
Forgotten tales...
I am old...
I’m feeling old, and cold
I have been to the second cave
I banged my head to the brave
A bulldozer grinding ‘till death
The sindrome of devastation and terminal death
Mutilated, possessed by mantas
A sarcophagus, the mutilator’s sepulchre
Destruction of the mercyful king on hallow’s eve
Rigor mortis of the countess bathory
Oblivion of the morbid angel...
Exodus of the dark angel...
Now they crossed the vulcanic lands,
Exciter, reaching cirith ungol
Forgotten tales...