Masquerade yourselves in a facade Lie to souls of the late wicked We are beasts now savour it raw Craving inhumane behavior
Relieved in a grave, flesh of those who passed away You insolent remnants Buried six feet deep, I´m the undertaker
A call from far beyond Vanguardian longing for living Wasting your life reaching Death can´t confine The Lazarus sign Just sharpen your sword and I´ll bury it in your soul
Fuck apologies, this is an attack Time to purge your souls from abundance Lord of this word an endless Sabbath
Visage split by the edge of a blade ..and the violins they weep away Made you piss in an empty grave Now take a sip or bend over We are coming drunk, you can´t digest
I will remove the northerner far from you And drive him to a parched and desolate land His vanguard to the eastern sea And his rear guard to the western lands The stench and foul smell of him will rise
Our task is not to champion the degrading the revolutionary to the level of an amateur But to raise the amateurs to the level of revolutionaries
Impaled through ground below Vanguardian reaching for heavens Wasting life in reaching Death can´t confine The Lazarus sign Just sharpen your sword and I´ll bury it in my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
