اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Hunting, we're out for blood,
Your flesh will taste our steel,
You die,
Killing all those in sight,
Turns hope and dreams into fear,
You die,
Victims, screaming in pain,
No chance to breath again,
Flesh rotting from decay,
You pay.
Your God is laughing at you,
As death starts to consume,
Life denied,
A hell awaits beyond the gates,
Where only pain is true,
Suffering.
Holocaust, War, Metal.
Now that our work is done here,
We set across the land,
Stacking our worthless victims,
Upon a funeral pyre,
Set fire.
