Thousand-fold Death 가사

Twisting and turning - intensively burning The flames of destruction through the city whirling Through smoke and through screams on bloodthirsty machines We storm forth in ecstasy to crush the resistance Now let the carnage build up, let the cleansing begin Explosions bursting out - ashen bell cloning in All that is flesh shall bleed - all that is dry shall burn None shall escape our wrath - death awaits at every turn From under violent skies with violence in our hearts Spewing forth hate and lead, pouring out fiery death All that oppose us must perish in rampant flames Over and over - again and again Again and again and again and again shall we renew the massacre Renew the slaughter and renew the genocide Searching for flesh to burn, searching for blood to spill Combing through ruins in search for survivors to kill Demoniac dignity - seeking enlightement through genocide Barbed wire, grass fire, steel-armored death choir Basks in the glare of the ever-growing pyre Winged projectiles of death - winged projectiles of doom Turning whole cities into graves and smoking tombs Relentless butchering, tireless killing-spree Human vermin in flames - cleansing death meant to be Cold oppression rising; panzer dawn - iron spring Legions of black fueled with burning hate, bad wine and gin Slaughterous symphony - searching redemption through this holy war No room for prisoners, no room for mercy No room for compassion or pity or sympathy Hear the tank engine roar - hear the gun-barrels sing As we run through everyone and through everything War drums are beating - the wheels of death spinning The freshly shed blood on our hands is as sweet as sin Screaming artillery - deafening mortar shells Tearing the streets to shreds - leaving nothing but a Trail of destruction and cities beyond repair The smell of burnt flesh and black powder fills in the air Gunfire from above, gunfire from below Marching through newly made mass graves with eyes aglow Shellfire shakes the ground - iron wings fill the sky Countless infantrymen armed and eager to die All that is whole shall burst, all that stands up shall fall 'Til all that's left is the echo of this holy war Murderous harmony - seeking fulfillment through thousand-fold death