A new recruit, a new ambition, fall in line, leave all basics behind Only a shallow binding, no true credibility, will he stand his ground or leave his brothers behind
A vision of our division, killing is our mission Addicted to wicked violence, presence is not the essence
Eagor to be, the one behind, no experience, of doing time A history concealed, gently being revealed, a stigma to belong, I already see what’s wrong
Bounded by blood, honorable troops No place for fucking fools, we are few, but fueled, for war
Spring thy septic purity upon poison wounds Grasp the gravle from beneath and raise thy hand in scorn
Cut the lines or fall behind, there is no fucking time Your just a parasite, exactly our opponents delight Stop colouring reality, it’s only insanity
Time of all order, to gore the psyche Or instance in haste a derivated ambivalence Reign in suffering and love this hellish storm Accept wilderness, all is now forlornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
