Premonitions of decline Seeking whom to devour We must be without pity We must be without end ...there's a place reserved for all... We all know the way you're taking
We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous Woe betide thee, woe betide man
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust The crowning carnage - work abhorred, infernal revel The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust The crowning carnage - work abhorred, the glorious hunt
No withhold of wrath This malicious chill We must be without mercy Must be without space of time ...reveal the secrets of death... And thrust you full with thorns
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust The crowning carnage - work abhorred, infernal revel The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust The crowning carnage - work abhorred, the glorious hunt
Despise pain...loathing life...plunge into deep despair To finish life
We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous Woe betide thee, woe betide manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
