Through the forest Like a horde of infested We smell your pain We can already taste your flesh
Hide behind your fears And broken memories Hod on your senseless lives Never let go
We are the weapons Made of flesh, blood, skin and fur Our fangs - Our knives Our claws - Our swords Our minds - Our iron armour
Howling and growling Run with the pack Like a horde of insanes we can already sense your scent
Hide behind your ideality And broken remembrance Hod on your senseless existence Let go!
Snarling and raging Run with the pack Like a horde of insanes we can already sense your scentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
