Born in the heat of violence Of senseless bloodshed and strife War is my mother The sword is my father There is no reason Slaughter those who oppose Our way of thought They will taste my blade Dishonorable Reaper! Ungrateful collector of souls! Vultures and asps will feed for eons to come Never to hunger or thirst For decayed flesh whets the palate And blood quenches thirst. Those felled by my blade Have tasted my wrath The blood on my chest will fade Badges of blood lust and rage Wielder of hate! Passer of judgment! It is too late Another death-seed planted To continue the function of the father.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
