No mans land The strong prevail Hunting and scavenging Screaming mercy to no avail What is yours is now mine The vultures circle On your corpse they will now dine
Burning bodies Bleeding piles Screaming people dying like flies
I leave a trail of dead My name is bloodshed The weak i feed on Conjure bloodshed at dawn Your final hours is drawn Riders of doom
The deed is done Got nowhere to run You die in pain Remnants of women and children lay slain Silver drinks crimson red Night breaks as we ride ahead
Burning bodies Bleeding piles Screaming people dying like flies
I leave a trail of dead My name is bloodshed The weak i feed on Conjure bloodshed at dawn Your final hours is drawn Enter The Riders of Thulsa Doom
Screaming death means nothing to me (To Me) We strike at midnight In bloodshed we'll unite Prepare to die
Steeds of death approaching fast I am the one to be killed last Life are silenced through their gain Livid innocents screaming in pain Joined in fear Your end draws near The Barricade falls Within burning city halls Last stand The final call As you die bleeding trying to crawlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
