Battle o terror

[Invisible]

When the terrors come back from hell,


And the warriors can sense their smell,


With the Judas sitting on the fence,


Let doth battle commence.

For we are the warriors


And our deeds not done wrong,

Away the hell terrors,


Back where they belong.

Old friends we once were

But that's long now passed

Armed with our wit

We raise our pint glass

We shall arise victors