I Gaze through the mist at the approaching host My hand finds the hilt of my sword Their leader is hacked, mauled and gored Soon they are sundered their bodies we roast Battle Lust takes me Demon be damned Die by my hand DIE No way to slake me Sternums are cloven and skulls they are split Monarch of murder the crown seems to fit Then they are heaped up in piles suffering brings only smiles Battle Lust takes me Demon be damned Die by my hand No way to slake me DIE Whirling and hacking i'm bathing my blade Mutated myrmadon of rage The enemy is still miles away Addicted to was lust i cant be controlled The howling vortex of hatred i've made The burning blood soon chokes the pyre dont even pause to perspire (well maybe a little bit) Slaughter with frenzy--must eat their souls Let slip the dogs of war! The foe was fanatic, the battle well fought I split another rib cage the blood is black and hot Lungs collapse sinews pop Volleys rain bodies drop Is good ya! thrive on your pain Abattiors churning Battle lust takes me Die in my name DIE My friend the buzzard he follows my toils My friend the rat grows fat from my spoils My friend the maggot he spawns in your brain LUSTMy friend or enemy he must die in pain Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com