Original lyrics
ENBurn the weak, enslave the masses,
it's do or die. Bow down to your false idols,
judgement day will bring your end. Bring forth the beast,
your prophets conjure bastard servants,
a horde of martyrs most impure.
Burn the weak, enslave the masses,
it's do or die. Bow down to your false idols,
judgement day will bring your end. Bring forth the beast,
your prophets conjure bastard servants,
a horde of martyrs most impure.
Dark devourers lay aslumber,
awaiting their call to rise.
Unholy legions converge and move as one.
This fucking nightmare is upon us.
They move in numbers towards us,
relentless speeding swarms.
They rain down poison upon us,
there's nothing we can do.
Death rains down.
