Immoral Stain کے بول

We sleep eternal in our graves Now all awaken to our screams In ghostly winds our cries are heard Our pain and suffering always known Assimilate, exterminate Pawns of Christ deny us life We lie within cold folds of earth The sky above us made of dirt No light of day nor warmth of touch Our severed bloodlines come to rest Cleanse the world of our blood Pawns of God steal our light Invade their lives and rob their young Wipe their minds and mother tongue As cinders light the path ahead Trickling down upon the dead Flames of vengeance consume the night Burn the devil's house for spite Poisoned us with your disease Raped of spirit, mind and body Tortured, killed to the ground we're fed Bones to mark our hidden beds In the darkened rays of holy light We'll dig our graves before the dawn Our mortal stain they will erase Hide away in disgrace Pawns of Christ dispatch your saints One by one, until nothing remains