Decimate the weak. I am sent from hell, your worst fears brought to life. I am sent from hell. The fields will turn into flesh. Now cross the planks of
Oversættelse: Winds of Plague. Decimere Den svage.
: (Instrumental)
: Decimate the weak. I am sent from hell, your worst fears brought to life. I am sent from hell. The fields will turn into flesh. Now cross the planks
: Show your fucking face, BITCH! Execute the mass and spread your disease, it's time to fight back and rise to your feet. You will not believe what you
: TONIGHT... THE WORLD IS OURS! What the fuck is up motherfuckers? This is what it's about, all that 2008 shit. We've got the world in the palm of our
: It begins when the time comes in and brings forth a dead current, a motion set for certain demise. We watched them come from the depths but we couldn
: Burn me out of your mind, this is a place i cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies. Your only concern is for yourself, no mercy
: Release the volts straight to my mind. 'Cause I have seen the world. In chaos and all its beauity. now I wonder which I prefer seems the world is
: I'm going to cut you open like a fucking pig, peel away the flesh and drain out your veins. This time you will not forget the images of those you have
: The beatings will continue until morale improves. We fought them again and again, beating back the inevitable, the sun was torn from the sky. Welcome
: When this world ends I will stop in my tracks and ask myself, what have I done with my life? I have seen the lands In purity and watched the masses