Cold breath, dark shape, stitched on mask of charred skin Corpses by the gate, the molten mouth of the furnace waits War is every god's tradition, murder for your religion Call for war, profits begin, cast the poor down into the fire Skies light up, people transform, only one way to survive Feed your mind to the hate Calling out, souls burn, it inhales, and grows from the taste Kill yourself for false kings, sacrifice your control Repeat mistakes of their past As they profit from your death Warring is one way, to keep the mind controlled Liquidate the conscious, profit's only obstacle
War is your religion, hell on earth is your tradition Call the war profits begin, cast the poor down into the fire
War is every god's tradition, murder for your religion Call for war, profits begin, cast the poor down into the fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
