Start running
Door’s open we’re coming
We will set
Fire to the fire ones
Build bridges of victory
On the backs of skeletons
We will fall
Towers long
To land on top of
Your barons of hell
Doors open in ambush
And our answer
Is to uppercut
Some fuckin’ heads off
In the dimension of torture
And pain and depraved
Punishments for the wicked
We’re here by our volition
Jaws of imps fly
We’re ripping arms off
To beat their owners
To death with them
We don’t rest
Know no restraint
Shot shells in belts...
Published on July 11, 2017 12:39