Is not a disease that brings you the pain This is the war which kills you again
Cough and spit blood steadily Now get use to suffering Mosh pit goes in front the stage And your soul is burning
The war is here Let burn your fire
Feel flying fists Breaking your bones Sparing vital fluids Filling the ground with blood
Destroying the edge, taking revenge The rage is clouding your sense All is intense in this crazy dance Thrash flowing through your veins Gravity of a black hole crushing your soul Disturbed angry patrol Thrashing the scene while blasting my words drums are like spears, guitars are like stones
Feel flying fists Breaking your bones Sparing vital fluids Filling the ground with blood
With this song... Fury comes... Take it come on... Head is cracking and your mind is boiling... Thoughts are gone and you are now destroying... Will come true? Will come true? Will come true the annihilation you'll do?
The entire legion's on the ground Hearing the last thrashing sound Blood in your face Death in your corpse
Is not a disease that brings you the pain This is the war which kills you again Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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