| As flames rise into the sky, we look back upon a city that has been demolished by gun fire and bombs, napalm charred bodies lay in waste, decaying corpes which got in the way. Machine gun fire pumped into the chest of men, swords ramed deep inside the hearts of fools. Pure devestation, wicked destruction, this city we occupy, and all the dead are now lifted high, this you cannot deny. Born from the pitch black midnight, we were, to kill, to reap the spoils of war, to take what is ours and claim it as power. This is the bloody hour of war. Gruesome sights of mutilated women, little kids set ontop of spikes, this is the price of war, all is fare, no. We don't really care, we were born to destroy our enemies, bred to kill, fed reasons after reasons. Taught valuble lesson, after lesson. As soon as the passages open, we'll begin to flood the city gates and knock out the walls with c4 and over run the mortals with swords. Slaying and slaughtering all in the way. We are here to claim what is ours, and make the world praise our Multitude of mutilation. Genocide has come, now pay the price this is wars cost. Lets build a fort built of bones and stones. Lets raise a gate made of our enemies fate and all of our hate. We fight for reasons they see as unclear, we bring a barrage of rage and no fear, courage ravages their lands, savages we crusade into nation after nation breaking their concentration, consumeing all we see in death and destruction. We engulfed out victims, into a simple system. Brutal warfare, a lack of mercy and compassion, show our fussion of lust and war. Now praise our multitude of mutilation. |
