A black mass covers the horizon
A mass of torment and pain
No prisoners, all left in slain
Closing in, no turning back
Boots of steel, kicks up the front door.
Remains of bodies burning
A smell of death, and burnt flesh
Raped females lying in piles
Still warm and shaking a last time
A storm of wrath; A storm of war
A burning lust for blood
born for war
A burnt village to the ground
Smoke up to the sky
Ripped to pieces, limb by limb
some gasoline, glow of machinegunfire
Sprinkling sound of boiling flesh
the caravan moves on
Some more victims to be found
born for war
Remains of bodies burning
A smell of death, and burnt flesh
Raped females lying in piles
Still warm and shaking a last time
A storm of wrath; A storm of war
A burning lust for blood
born for war
