Prepare the Funeral Pyres Gather the marked stones Form a large orbit To lit the sacred bonfire Burn the fucking traitors
Nail them at the cross! Can you hear the prayers? When their bodies stop to breathe The voracious flames of Lucifer Will embrace those who swore in vain As we utter the final imprecations upon their tormented spirits
When the dawn arrives Deserters are nothing but ashes And charred bones for the hunger of the vultures You’re nothing but a black stain in my fingers After I congregate your useless spoil
Worthless scum, boil in the Iron cauldron as the most miserable of all sustentations You don’t deserve more retribution Than to feed the insects without being buried
Burn!
Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni fulget crucis mysterium quo corpus proditoris crematum est patibulo.
Once you have sworn allegiance to our law Thou shalt never break the holy oath Your weakness warrants your punishment Fall to the bottomless pit Where the fangs of His 3 mouths shall forever crush your soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
