Из альбома: Wrathorn
Black red eys
The dark pours out from the scars
With his invitation to the bloodthirsty dance
The psychoclown shievers in the delirious trance
Everything that belongs to you - dead
All things that you have - bad
The machine behind you tries to cut off your head
The flames of agnnazazar aim to shot you dead.
You haven' t escaped and stayed to fight
What do you recon? Who will be the winner tonight?
You take up your sword and start to fight.
Slaying the losers- you strenghtended your might!
Call on your brothers to help you survive' hance
You' ve got onto the track of terminator' s dance.
When the right time comes, on mighty my sing,
Follow me to chase enemies: mine and thine
Pay evil for evil, give no one a chance.
As the psychoclown didn' t in his cyberian dance.
The scriming laughter comes from the coffin' s creak,
The terminator' s black mouth releases the army of the sick.
You- the last man on earth! Dripping with blood, reeking of
Putrefaction
Watch out for the sing if you wanna be the soldier of
Destruction ! ! !