Time for you to rise and smash the tyrant’s chains Show the world we’ll never toil beneath the yoke again The stain of black corruption marks their faecal way The might of blackened steel will have its rightful say
This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith Besiege the world without restraint. Rather death than false of faith Turn around the curse of fate. Rather death than false of faith Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith
Legions of the loud, let vengeance have its say These fools have run our lives too long; let’s bring them down in pain The swarm of grim destruction leaves nothing in its wake And we won’t stop ‘til evil in its grave, eternal, lays
This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith Besiege the world without restraint. Rather death than false of faith Turn around the curse of fate. Rather death than false of faith Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faithTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
