Hunger of war, lust of blood
Turned to beasts of devils
But out there is fear; of death, of
Paranoia of the slaughter
Sounds of hells, no requiem for death
Time for disease and decay
The blood of once alive spills to ground
For feeding the demons of war
The ground shakes, bodies are shattered
The rain of flesh and blood
Cleans our eternal sins
No time for petty prayers
So the machine goes off
The rain of metal
Empty shells spill to ground
Impales our presence
Scharapnels of Faust
Roar of cannons
Is the pray for the
Mighty demons of war
Sounds of hells, no requiem for death
Time for disease and decay
The blood of once alive spills to ground
For feeding the demons of war
So the machine goes off
The rain of metal
Empty shells spill to ground
Impales our presence
