Letra de 174

Bloodthirsty horror fiends, grinding against your scene. Pissing on your ideals, fucking with your beliefs. Your rules are nothing to us. Your opinions mean shit to us. We are beyond your comprehension. Beyond your hate and preferation. Scornful, vultures of your dreams. Arrogant with a right to be. Black blood in our veins. Token of our satanic supremacy. Weakling, tremble before us: we are the wolves among the sheep. We are 174 - Evil in its purest form. This is 174 - Come swallow it all.