Breeze, cold, metal The essence of the true My urge is eternal To birching the southern fever
Can't it be more morbid? Shrine in the dark And the freak Obduracy is my fate Lost the way When will you murder me? I cannot wait...
Broken hordes Stray around, Looking for warm blood and You know that They're going to break you
Crisis, fever, mayhem If not now, when? Raids, murder, confusion Into your contemporary minds Suffer, grief, cold steel For your organised lives
The evil inside you Will reveal Your, the real, yourself Primitive, hungry and violentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
