Knelt in front of brutality, feel the unholy butchery
The future is moribund, your terror is shapeless
Mutual slaughter in your eyes, sin and voracious lies
Executioners see and laugh, they want to cut you in half
Archness await beyond, who's next on the front
Welcome to the fire of doom, welcome to the terrordome
Infernal machines and dust, macabre lunacy and lust
See the blood running down, test the stench of the ground
Another victim of war, another victim of the lord
Lead a miserable life, starve of your desire for fight
Blood became a view, amusement became few
In your soul there is the fear, you don't want anything else to hear
Your grave is a grand cross
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Knelt in front of brutality, feel the unholy butchery
The future is moribund, your terror is shapeless
Mutual slaughter in your eyes, sin and voracious lies
Executioners see and laugh, they want to cut you in half
Archness await beyond, who's next on the front
Welcome to the fire of doom, welcome to the terrordome
Infernal machines and dust, macabre lunacy and lust
See the blood running down, test the stench of the ground
Another victim of war, another victim of the lord
Lead a miserable life, starve of your desire for fight
Blood became a view, amusement became few
In your soul there is the fear, you don't want anything else to hear
Your grave is a grand cross
The future is moribund, your terror is shapeless
Mutual slaughter in your eyes, sin and voracious lies
Executioners see and laugh, they want to cut you in half
Archness await beyond, who's next on the front
Welcome to the fire of doom, welcome to the terrordome
Infernal machines and dust, macabre lunacy and lust
See the blood running down, test the stench of the ground
Another victim of war, another victim of the lord
Lead a miserable life, starve of your desire for fight
Blood became a view, amusement became few
In your soul there is the fear, you don't want anything else to hear
Your grave is a grand cross
Writer: Petros Christoforidis
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