kreator
cry war
All night you can feel all the blood it runs Dying from the death of the machine gun Crying on a field without mercy Death in your eyes you have never seen Torment all the priests on earth Quarter all the enemies tonight Nail all their corpses to the cross Choose the dirty laughing from your face Cry war Flashlight is taking all the flash from your face Torture feels like the fastest black race Dying everyday it is the same Laughing about the corpses in this game