Let the earth tremble as we trample the living and foul, our putrid stench and rotten breath will eclipse the sun, its the era of sickness and death and a new world order. undead - SERVE YOUR MASTERS!
In the sign of death, we march towards the holy life our flag held high, it bears the mark of our skull in the sign of stench, hear our moans and hear our cries the cries of war, a war that you living have feared so long
Sharpen your teeth, grind your nails and peel your skin fill in our ranks, all from rotten to deseased the loss of limbs, compensated by our reeking hate your time has come, there will be no more life
The scent of flesh, our hunger burns like raging flames it guides our steps and shows us where we'll find the whore the whore of life, that you love and worship on all fours
Undead War, will rain upon you your tender flesh will quench our thirst millions of corpses march behind us It's us that they obey, as slaves to the decay
In the name of filth, we crawl like maggots in the corpse destroy all things, like a sickness we devour all in the name of plague contaminated soldiers march to break the chains that keep us from our rotten world
Now it's time to raise the banner with death's head go out in war and tear your limbs, shred by shred since we're dead, we will never ever know defeat our army grows with each living that we take from you
The scent of flesh, our hunger burns like raging flames it guides our steps and shows us where we'll find the whore the whore of life, that you love and worship on all fours
Undead War, will rain upon you your tender flesh will quench our thirst millions of corpses march behind us It's us that they obey, as slaves to the decay
Undead War, will rain upon you your tender flesh will quench our thirst millions of corpses march behind us It's us that they obey, as slaves to the decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
