Sons of slaves Sacrifice your fruits of fornication Herald the war of man against mankind Wash the earth with life's blood And breathe your defeat
No more relief in your falsehood Dwell in cowardice and die in shame Pay your debt with life's blood And the air that you breathe
Spitting out the phlegm wakening humanity I stand with strength immaculate Fearless in the face of the enemy
I see the ones thriving on insolence Their sickening idolatry A slumbering disease
Their downfall marked by impudence Feverishly struggling to dominate Their biting at air
Organisms of pathetic dependency An existence offencing nature Their begging and bleeding
Finally cut down with finality
Sons of slaves Sacrifice your fruits of fornication Herald the war of man against mankind Wash the earth with life's blood And breathe your defeat
No more relief in your falsehood Dwell in cowardice and die in shame Pay your debt with life's blood And the air that you breatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
