Victory,they are all lying on the ground All these bloodsmeared chests Their bare flesh full of wounds, warm I do taste their delicious blood
What a fine meal they are for me All those red mourners One cut in their life is so fatal For they are the ones we feast from
Their blood is mine, I have the pleasure to kill
Die by the sword Die by the axe Die by the stars of morning Die by our fistsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
