In the name of their bastard son They murdered our forests and beliefs So your god will forgive? Yet I shall never! Our time has come Hatred was the spell Chosen as our weapon Murdering, killing one by one, Stench of death reaches the sky, And this time their heaven falls In the storms of red revenge.
In the name of their bastard son They murdered our forests and beliefs So your god will forgive? Yet I shall never! Our time has come Hatred was the spell Chosen as our weapon Murdering, killing one by one, Stench of death reaches the sky, And this time their heaven falls In the storms of red revenge.
