New Barbarians کے بول

As my mighty axe comes down, Blood and bone covers the ground Destined to win child of the gods, Always the victor against all odds. Blood and thunder hail and rain, Relish in this Christian pain. In the longest of the battles in the darkest of hours, We must not forget who we really are. Carving my name on a severed skull, Burning the weak at the stake, torturing captives as the battle lulls. Violence rules these choices we make. Chaos reigns through another day, Dawn breaks it's time to play. Forcing my way to the heart of the matter Another battle another realm in tatters So we are the new barbarians, the chosen ones, descendent Aryans, Hearts of fire with one desire, To light the taper of their funeral pyre