Idioma Origen:
Admist a swirling din of smoke and screaming
On the battlefield born
(Reared on the teat of my dear mother war)
Hardened to stone through abuse
Mocked, beaten and scorned
(A bayonet severed umbilical cord.)
The wind sings its sad lullaby through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me:
I will walk with you again.
This is my demented playground
The horizon is howling ablaze
A skeletal village illuminates the sky
As fire destroys their grains.
With glee I rape and torture
My pleasure is inflicting pain
With a vigor unholy I'll fight to my doom
'Til I've vanquished the Christian God's ways.
Sure it must be such a different world to which those on the outside exist
At least I know who loves me here
No delusions, all weakness dismissed.
This era of inhuman tragedy to be ushered by my iron hand
The ovens bellowed to crematory highs
To dispose of the God fearing man.
The wind sings its sad lullaby through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me:
I will walk with you again.
Idioma Destino:
Admist a swirling din of smoke and screaming
On the battlefield born
(Reared on the teat of my dear mother war)
Hardened to stone through abuse
Mocked, beaten and scorned
(A bayonet severed umbilical cord.)
The wind sings its sad lullaby through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me:
I will walk with you again.
This is my demented playground
The horizon is howling ablaze
A skeletal village illuminates the sky
As fire destroys their grains.
With glee I rape and torture
My pleasure is inflicting pain
With a vigor unholy I'll fight to my doom
'Til I've vanquished the Christian God's ways.
Sure it must be such a different world to which those on the outside exist
At least I know who loves me here
No delusions, all weakness dismissed.
This era of inhuman tragedy to be ushered by my iron hand
The ovens bellowed to crematory highs
To dispose of the God fearing man.
The wind sings its sad lullaby through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave.
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me:
I will walk with you again.