On this grand day, see us laughing. We sing this song for victory. 'Verminblood will mark my weapon' They'll forget slaughtered lives. We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive.
Together we'll trample a thousand people; how they've treated us. Victory, they fall back northern. Dead, wounded and fucked. Fall in line and dig the graves on mass again. Throw in those at fault. Hope the slaughter begins again. Leave the wounded for us.
Choke on fog and reach for us. And feel the taste of sharpened steel. Scream for death if you have had enough. Can you see me laughing? Dancing? The dance of death.
See now, we slaughter the wounded. and the weeping vermin. The feeling we get is wonderful. The sound of silence for us all.
On this grand day, singing and laughing. We sing this song for victory. 'Verminblood will mark my weapon' They'll forget slaughtered lives. We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
