Achtung کے بول

Piercing stare of the unlord Loathing style of the unclean lord Planting the forest of the impaled now to the cross I am nailed Death comes as a companion To be reborn to vanquish the chain of the clean ones Achtung Piercing stare of the unlord Loathing the stare of the clean lord Flush von Flusch Blood von Blood Von holle The burning lies To weak eyes With firey rings we will decide When to start the deicide With sharp scyth I impale the nazarene and place his heart upon thy altar Now begins my war