Ghastly sight for the survivors A ravaged land covered with dismembered corpses Children, parents, brothers and friends They're all lying in a huge pool of blood Disemboweled corpses Crushed skulls All bodies have been dreadfully maimed Legs and arms are lying here and there Severed heads strew the ground A somptuous feast for the ravenous vermin They well know who're the butchers The victims have never had a chance to escape death Frantic, insane, bloodthirsty murderers The horde crossed their town and let only desolation mutilation Among the corpses, a space has been made Where are stacked dozens of skulls Each of them has been carefully filled With the dead's eyes A funeral pyre is slowly erected Where are pilled up all the dead bodies A noxious wind prevails in the grave Til the cleansing fire devours the putrid flesh In the distance, the land loses gradually its tranquillity The air resounds with a continuous roaring Howling of wolves, bawling of troopers Yelling of trolls and war cry of the fighters Growling of orks, snarling of warlords The threatening voice of the teeming crowd Thousands of warriors are hammering the ground In search of a new massacre All their weapons are gleaming in the sun Swords and battleaxes are waiting for blood The steep is speeding up, a prey is in sight A human village, a pleasant titbit I can smell their flesh, I can hear their screams Stab, knife, sever, kill and slay Make spill the blood, feed the horde Death to life No one can stop us on the way of death We're here to purge the land of human race Tortures and ruins is what we need There's no day of grace in our war. Onslaught is our way of living And extermination our dream�Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
