| Born from the blood of the enemies shed, burn the buildings which they built. Devestate your enemy, blow out the supply line, kill for the cause, bring it all! Make them pray for Mercy! Make them feel the strain! Consumed in the lust for death, forsaken lovers of murder! machines for the reason. Here it is. Killing season. Blood, sweat, tears, make it in, make it out, quickest way to the front, pure unforgiving slaughter the only way to hunt. Feel the power. Born from the hate in the beautiful cape of rage. Buld the great city of blood and bones raise the city of agression, raise the destination. Make sure they don't phase your agression. |
