Konkhra

Warmonger

Konkhra


The ironcross, the power of the enemy 
The swastika, the symbol of our agony 
To break and siege, the axis will fall 
When he crumbles it will destroy them all 

Winterking will eat your flesh 
Break your bones and your guns as well 

His soul is cold, his heart is weak 
His spirits gone, his future is bleak 
So ask yourself where your fuhrer has gone 
Too many lies how this war was won 

Winterking is eating your flesh 
Breaking your bones and your wepons as well 
Freeze the oil inside the machines 
Frozon all, like nothing I've seen 

Flood my brain with the fear of life 
Freeze my fingers to the grip of the knife 
Take my toes, take my face as well 
Just take it all and damn it to hell