War March کے بول

From behind the horizon comes the blackest fucking storm Earth´s funeral pyre, we march off to war Firebreathing cannons give the sign to commence the attack Like a crushing tidal wave we decimate, depopulate this land Immersing all in death, persistent in annihilation The ride to glorious devastation Triumphant - seventy million impaled and burned Ritual cleansing - world´s violent rebirth we execute In scarlet showers of blood Ever onward, daggers forward Heading for the battlefield, a blissful place of triumph Make the enemy tremble with fear Burn the ground on which they stand Death our queen, massacre obscene Engines of destruction weed out all the weak Pulverize the paralyzed, hear the war drums sounding Death knell for the old, death knell for the stale Death knell for the hollow, all that fucking waste we exterminate Immersing all in death, persistent in annihilation The ride to glorious devastation Inflicting the pain, gestated in a womb of steel, bloodlusting To violate the flesh, to take pleasure in watching it perish In war cult´s triumphant return