Between two hordes
Of twisted spawns
I was drawn closer to clarity
Between two hordes
Of religious fools
I found the strength to clutch my sword

Take one step forward and it will end
In a cry of triumph

Between two hordes
of sacrificial cattle
I found your shepherds
Between two hordes
of filthy whores
I found the fiends of my heritage

Take one step forward and it will end
In a cry of triumph
All over celestial cities

Against immeasurable odds
I found the strength from my blood
Against ocean of fools
I vanguished every single god
Against twisted spawns
I stroke your thralls down
Against twisted spawns
I washed my hands from their blood

Before we expected
these fools misjudged their own strength
and trembled under our feet
They started their battle
long before war
Brainwashed sheep trying to act like wolves

Let them die
For it's the only thing they want
Let them die
So I myself may rise
Let them kill my enemies
No urge for me to get burned

You are the shit that keeps staining my hands
The very battle that I tolerate daily

Sickening disgrace to our divine heritage

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.