Paroles de Onward to die

machines of the end lining up to spew forth death meat and bone now march into a dawnless night born only to die porcreation of the sick a spawn of sickened breed to carry forth their putrid seed onward to die sacrifide your life upon fields of carnal remains the war continues drenched in blood and sewage the warriors crawl forth onwards to die and burn the warmachine churns spitting forth the death and the the disease they bring