Testi:
Wehrwolfe

Destroyer of faith War machine, my right hand Quakes of fear and pain My left waves plagues of blaring blight Seething cries of those I've killed Their

Endless Seas of contradiction, your world is shit to me. Your words, your lies, your "love", infect the air we breathe. Arms outstretched in proclamation

Dusk descends and the bombs explode, panic stricken masses, bodies burning in the night. The stench of oil, the taste of sand, skulls and broken bones

The time has come, deciervers behold the bringers of reason. Apocalypse begun, darkness shines the light of truth upon foulest treason. Our blood runs

Festivals of pain within the gloomy night, one shadow lurking tall. In a wake of mourning sorrow blood drips from an iron claw. Allies of the world come

[Coroner Cover] I saw his face, on every channel His slogans in all the papers I heard people, repeat his words I saw them shouting, his flag in their

Traduzione: Darkmoon. Wehrwolfe (Anti-martire Brigata 2001).