The Warwhore کے بول

I was sent by your possessed holy emperor To buy your souls, seek and pay with terror Inverted cross that sits on my corrupted soul In the game of Hades I play my role My angelic children will drink you blood Kick your head and role it in the mud Pray for your sleeping gods, I'll be amused Your morning cry for mercy will be refused I spit my venom on your tired face Your name will be raped by disgrace I am the warwhore I am here to fight and die But who'd believe this childish lie? I am here to loot and steal The only is my hungry steel The haunted wind screams my name To warn the villagers of the coming shame The living eyes in all their paintings Will cry the blood they've been awaiting Yet no one hears, yet no one sees I am the spoiled child of my beloved Satan Heads gonna role, grim reaper will be waiting I will leave no hot blood to be enslaved