Artista: Saint
  Canción: Legions Of The Dead

Thunder striking a curse on the earth 
Down from the Heavens to those who deserve 
The scoffing vandals shall all fade away 
And stalk each other from nighttime till day 

A sea of people drown in their sleep 
Legions of the dead and the widows who weep 
The lakes have turned to blood 
And the mountains, they roar 
The victims think in their minds 
I’ve heard this some place before 

War and famine is all part of this wicked game 
Disease and hunger is jotting down your name 
Death defiers screaming God to blame 
Stones and fire will burn them up in flames 

But it all soon will end 
The wars already won 
And the legions of the dead their time has come 
Legions of the dead 

They dared to bow down and worship the beast 
He tells them when it’s done We’re gonna have a big feast 
But what they don’t know So much to their surprise 
They’re the ones for dinner 
With the beast and all his lies