Paroles de Throwing Curse On You

Take away circuits from dogs Felt a smell of war Berserkers aspire to fight At the sight of the full moon The crude ground on fire And glorious will by my way Fire come - to me I want your force to inhale I believe in my ancestors Which were killed by you The damned rack of liars Leaders of christian war Just the moon will rise Fire will show a way My hand will not tremble Your temples to turn Wolf's howl and the raven's cry shine warriors The hated crowd fire is burning out Drops of blood on lips - fight will come soon The damned tribe will exterminate imperious Thor's hammer Vainly you are shaking Rescuing your soul Peals of new war Will find your souls in paradise Behind your back stands Not the god, but the world Snake The deeds in glory of the Christ Will be interrupted by shout: "KILL!!!"