Between the East and West In the deep forest where pagan Gods slumb Woods under snow rest Do not wait for Sullen guests
World was weak, sick Earthlings were tired, ill Stench of sulphur from prior hell does not dissipate yet Perfect time to sow evil seed to wounded field Routine season of Global bloodbath, behold began again
For those who was born at a wrong place and time There opened Purgatory gates Motherland becomes hell on earth Satan‘s servants play its evil games In between of truth and lie Where tracks for Death‘s train were laid
Just one way, without escape Without an option to rewind the time
Day by day living dead live their usual lives here Rising fumes mean that some of them are already free „ARBEIT MACHT FREI“ Cerberus does their jobs so well Long row of unfortunates go through Zyclon B to flame
Inscets bites let you know that you are not dead yet Dirty rats are out to steal your last bread If your neighbour is already cold You will get his meal and wardrobe
And that's the moment when the gates of Hell opened Maybe the Gods of forest heard your prayers and choked Finally you could run if you could, but where... When snow and cold wait for you without remorse Ask for a bullet, Ask for a bullet, It could help you To escape How clever you could be You could not reveal the meaning of life here!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
