3 acessos
The time is short, the stakes are high
If we don't fight back we're all gonna die
Time for war, feel our rage
This rotten society must be set ablaze
Anger grows in our minds
It is easy to see when you have learned to read the signs
Our once fair land is now a melting pot
A mix breeding centre with a smell of rot
Come on brethren, heed the call
Time to make this system fall
Storm the castle, rock the boat
Hang them high, slit their throaths
Flames of rage, head held high
Flames of might, it's do or die
Destroy the grasp of a hostile breed
Slay their priests of lies and greed