8 acessos
Scream of down like smoke, guess why I had to
Fight till all my earth is at last free
Pain and laugh are ripping victory...
See dead bodies laying on this field:
They don't may stand up awful they are killed...
Punishment from Odens hall is done
I made it, revenger, my Lords son!
Heil the ghost of bloody face-dont cry!
My mission of defend was blind
And simply very cruel as you see
I wish you'll never come to me!
Big white bones like deadly empty shells
Rolling down to hell that;s for them place
Pished there on as well by my own hand
In the name of god defended land!