A brutal death decree The shaman cries Under his shrieking call The clan enthralled And with our sacred blades Their flesh be flayed But it is with the maul They’re all condemned to fall They will pontificate Debate, deliberate Housed in ivory towers Charlatans in contrived finery Violence is our highest law Way of fang, horn and claw A legal deed is worthless In the grasp of the dead And when the sun has set Their scalps and skins are stretched Tanned and marked with curses Crafted into pouches for discarding defecation Violence is our highest law Way of fang, horn and claw Your law means shit When your skull is caved inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
