Songtext von Gods Of Storm And Thunder

Here I come with fire and steel Don't question fate 'Cause I am the one Making short work of every meal I do the doing Till the doing is done So gather round And bear the sound Of my enemy falling down The killing floor The whore of war I'll send 'em packing To death's door! Gods of storm And thunder Gods of storm And thunder The lord of war! So fully trained In the art of deadly Listen up my sword, it sings A massacre filled funeral medley Of severed heads And severed limbs So gather round And bear the sound Of my enemy falling down The killing floor The whore of war I'll send 'em packing To death's door! Gods of storm And thunder Gods of storm And thunder The lord of war! Here I come with fire and steel Don't question fate 'Cause I am the one Making short work of every meal I do the doing Till the doing is done So gather round And bear the sound Of my enemy falling down The killing floor The whore of war I'll send 'em packing To death's door! Bloody rites I live to fight Out crusading in the night A baleful stare A heart of ice A storm filled thunder sacrifice! Gods of storm And thunder Gods of storm And thunder The lord of war!