When the world is falling, I shall rise from my grave When the harvest comes, Let the souls come to me To the War God!
Cold steel in my hand, Dead meat feed the lands My wrath is raging on, The skulls are filled with blood
I was when nothing was, I was before no land was formed Man was made in our image, In our likeness, As a War God
Cold blood, wash the face of the priests! Runs from wide opened veins No rivals stand before my sight, My anger reach the heaven's heights
Hear my voice calling on, The world is on the hunt Fresh meat feed the lands, I lead you to endless pain ...at War!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.