Letra de Thorium

Loud lough, loki-spawn's jokes Ludic foulness power invokes A punch on table, pawns fly away Generals' battlefield play We're all abiding a nightmare Shed of innocent blood Lies, jobbery and warfare Time of demise Masses arise Thorium, forged in our souls Oh oh, by the hammer of gods Thorium, hot boiling metal We've got rebel blood flowing inside No, not! Not masses' fools Sharp red eyes, we rhyme the truth No tv slaves, uncultured worms We're dio's and schuldiner's youth No more conniving to horror Gears on government rules If kings are weaker than warriors Why is it they who laugh? March, army! March! The cradle of kings is justness' grave Take them down, equity reigns Red eyes to see the obliquity's seed!