اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Spitting dirt thru the smokes
Of a lightly misconception
The last ride of righteousness
Death from an inside world of twisted heroes
And when the walking cemetary awakes
The pale face of truth becomes an incontrolled
Servant of hopeless justice.
From the freezed face
Of the beast a scream for eternal revolution
Reborn after mortal wounds my son
From thew depths Of Grimness
Thru the seas of corpses corrupting
And whispered bones
A Command a Cause.
Declare war to the World
Thru the seas of corpses corrupting
and whispering bones
Set the darkest conquest piercing the sky
Haunted and bloodcloaked
Annibalizing the reconciliation
Of souls and flesh.
