Warsaw کے بول

Warsaw Comes forth Blood shed Tides turn Grinding Ripping Turning Corpse burn Hate lost Hate gain Hateful Hate slain Bodies Slaughtered Turning Captive It's too Late to revert your ways Wings with scales Now wings of fate Raining thorns Pain becomes your only pleasure All that's left It's sharpened fury Unholy steel Grinding waves of flesh Pride Victory dance of those unknown Fear Spread out throughout the masses Storm