Tongues of flame brighten up the endless horizon Ripping darkness of a night, we hear battle cry Death is near, will put your soul to sleep You can`t run or hide, the course of ruins
We are invaders, the death dealers Technology has gave us birth to live for Violence, metal and women in leather North wind proclaims our arrival
With stench of death and pestilence we ride The flag of hate, chains and evil er hold Nuclear winter consume victims of our hatred Bayonets so red of our enemies blood
We declare ourselves as the legion of doom And as superiors of grater Poland westlands Festung posen the place of our birth Down there you`ll be welcomed by our enemies heads
We are carnivores, we swallow the dead bodies With nails we rip open skulls and with chains we tie The citadel always ready for new prisoners St. Atalbert`s hill has become our stronghold
We live in the ancient government vaults We live in the ancient ruins that become tombs With anomalies that infest streets of Poznań There is no place for the weak
Evolution altered by radiation is hostile But mankind shall exist forever more Wipe the dust from your face and arise Follow us or just fucking die!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
