Wolves Of Babylon کے بول

Bring forth the martyrs of iniquity The chalice held aloft, blood runs to the sea Dark tide of redemption, fallen and free Born wild of entropy to feed on the weak Wolves of babylon... March on bastard sons... Chaos carries on... For the wolves of babylon Teeth sharp lash out, pure will and defiance Revolt, in the age of iron The key of joy, disobey your masters This world is burning down, to the sound of laughter Tear the fucking statues down, to decay and suffering Revive from the ashes of death, to become a threat again To every lie disguised, in white light fallacy Behind the pallid flaccid symbol that you betray