The screams will be heard slashing the thick frozen night The blood will gather and flow down our mountain streams Millions slaughtered under the blood red moon The northern lights reflected in their fucking rotting eyes And finally, our freezing land will be cleansed of lies Their flesh will feed our forest And their suffering, will sate our thirst Their flesh will feed our forest And their remains will calm our lust Their agony will spread like the black death in ages past Under the sight of their pathetic dead god And as the stench of their corpses fades away Freedom of thought will flourish And we'll rejoice
And hope will rise again over the fields once rotten And the sickness will be healed as the parasite diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
