Hatred that grows wild And enshrine my heart With the darkest tales and macabres Tales of mankind hypocrisy
Hatred that grows wild And attack my soul From the eight sides of the world Hatred that sharpens my axe and decapetates you!
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth My reign has come, with the gavel of dread and doom I am surrounded by wolves, we will feed upon you Await the grimness, await thy doom
Your bodies occupied the lands Even in your death you still disturb my sight This filth this stench that stinks is the same Either you are dead, or alive Come my darkness and mantle their flesh Come my ravens and bore their flesh Come my wolves and tear their flesh Come my rot and grow upon their flesh Come my flames and burn their flesh To dust, to dust, to dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
