اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The sky is red
The smell of death
Get of bastards
Church of devastation
Thoungand years, are condemned
The warriors scream, form are broad
Children was sacrificated
The hope of human, never come talk
A down of death
In the city
Women was impaled
The vitimate revenge
Childrens baptized
Inpure fire
The eyes of God
Are closed
Aklam the war, the antichrist the death
Messengers of death
Onplamed with fury
