They laughed at their gods and fought them in vain.
So he turned his back on them and left them in pain.
Now here come the saints with their banners held high.
Each one of them martyrs, quite willing to die.
Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell.
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell.
Cover your fists, razor your spears.
It's been our possession for 8,000 years.
Fetch the scream eagles, unleash the wild cats.
Set loose the king cobras and blood sucking bats.
Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell.
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell.
We are saints in hell.
We are saints in hell.
We're going down into the fire.
We're going down into the fire.
The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation.
As carnage took toll for the bell.
Abattoir, abattoir, mon Dieu quelle horreur. “
For a time it was like second hell.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.
The battle is over, the saints are alive.
How can we all thank you, we felt so despised.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.
Saints in Hell.