Testo di Bolt Slaughter

On the field of battle, death had always won All laws forgotten, mercy for none Expose the bowels, entrails splayed Fields of corpses, putrescence divine Mutilate Masticate Decapitate Dismember Entrenched in the corpses of my enemy is what I most remember Blood, the gore The bullets rip out more A slow graveless death is what you have in store The lots are cast Our species fights to last Glory through death can never come to fast Satan laughs Another momentous gain Grim reminders of the carnage Spent shells like stars in the sky