Centurion
Текст песни Ritual Massmurder

Centurion - Ritual Massmurder

Bastard son of all filth
Unclean beast they call me
And they truly are right
Empty minds shall never
See true power
Word which will draw
From their mouths
When the flame
Will reach the thousands

Crushed bodies will be
As joyful to me
As the sweetest wine
On altar of my Divine creation
I burn all to make place for the new world
I summon the beast
So it is coming to me
Devouring the world
It brings me ecstasy
Of ritual mass murder