Necrocommandments 가사

Our fist are totally without fear Our fist are totally without terror And our heart is made of steel with blood becoming venom Proud I growl, and proud I feel I hear those screams twisted with overthrown sound Our fist ponch the life and winds Our fist are slicing cuts with their nails And our heart is made of steel, with blood becoming venom No candels, no images, we're the squadron and weapons of death metal deep, so deep in our soul The play we rode and ride, so black we're people with war instruments to cult death metal as old ones Loyalty to our music the way of life anthem to hate, anthem to violence the earth shakes, down to the care 'coz the growls we crank