Massacre 歌词

Evil... Winds of the funeral night They proclaim the arrival of the black year of murder As nature harvests the weak, we celebrate the coming of the reich of strenght and black blood Honor... To the one who sits on the throne of skulls To kill to live is a virtue Through the death of the burden of humanity our canless burn like cold eyes is the night Our epoch will begin A natural grim massacre of all the worthless lives that poison the soil with their beliefs and compassion The holocaust of weakness and the burial of humanity as you know it The natural black murder Holocaust of failing humanity for Satan Ashes... Carried by the burialwinds Sepulchral moans are silenced by our hails for the new kingdom of the survived Totalitarian reign of the elite Old monuments of deceit are crumbling in the upheaval Blood's domination and the imperial rule of the four (elements) Foul saints have deceased in the minds of those still walking Only a rotting carcass of the saviour reminds of the age now passed