اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I spit my convictions on your face, you fool!
You thought that the domain were yours
And we were your slaves
Be welcome, it´s the human remains banquet
I take off your eyes
So that you can see through mine
Betrayers die!
Bury them all in salt soil
Be welcome, it´s the human remains banquet
Your time is up
Through the windows the sky is on fire
Your flag burns.
Our army stands next to your carcass
Evil comes... i feel its presence
We raise our cups to salute a new order
Tirants, hell calls them
A new order is born from your failed system
