Paroles de Prophecy

Hopeless position of endless wars Theres nothing what to fight for but death claims its attention risen fists, tanks and striking cannons everything collapses To finish this cursed misery destroy and burn everything it doesn't matter that this rabble will die massacre will confute everybody Life has no price lots of mutilated bodies everywhere carrions are dropped into hollows crows are croaking pieces of flesh - nothing more World of damned is in the wreckage perversed squads of killers there comes a zombie out of hell without feelings it fulfils the prophecy Prophecy about extermination human race prophecy about torturing souls messengers out of hell - angels of death spread their black wings