privilege To the grinding of the poor Month after month Year after year For those who owe their privilege To the grinding of the poor Fall on your sword
, we burn like molocaughts will demons waste My dreams, misery and faded screams, smile less your just a hypocrite. [Verse 3:] Misery and faded screams, smile less your
s stand only to fall They will die by his sword The barbarian lord Attila hear's victory call BRIDGE (Huns) Path of Fire and Plunder Cities burn
with your blood Physical graffiti cynical agreeing This is murder world welcome to your death after the afterlife I'll murder you again laugh with the burner
and raven's cry Burn fire, burn my funeral fire My friends, raise your ale-horns higher In that gloomy skies I hear your song Near stars as the gleamses on swords
of centuries Call my holy name Whence this flame towards thee came So, set the world on fire Burn it bright with dark desire Wield your anger where my sword
all about breath, when it's done I'm gone, And death is a pawn in a game on a board of which I'm on. I've had a sword in my palm from the very first tracks
'm summoning your name Don't let me fall a victim to this seamless game Hear me, Mother Earth On your wrinkled soil we trail we wait for your cold embrace
after nation falling In the shadow of the Christian sword With death they bring the lore of love Here comes the Church of Madness bearing gifts of death
God humbled on an ass But see - See On a white horse he comes Blazing sword In, in burning hand ''Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds'' His
of the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your
on wings of shining steel are burning so bright In ancient lands of warriors we're riding on again Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads
Fly on wings of shining steel are burning so bright In ancient lands of warriors we're riding on again Burning fires burning lives on the long distant
save? Lost in this world a total stranger Death by the sword a common danger You know that everything is not what it seems March on all night, forever
go on Like war never ends Like fall always comes On nightly sky Like stars are shining Will go on Our love of will To eternal death Of the human world
lives on Zealous and maniacal The Eastern sword must fall Calling the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers The ideologists and all lies Their place will be in the fiery lake of burning
evil to live and the fires of death burn high. The time has come for the king to die. (Lead Guitar: Mike) A whole world is mourning the loss of their
lies in banishing this creature to the dark Let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning