歌词
Iron soil, blackened skin, wrath of fire, race of hell!
March so f*cking proud, screams of rage, scream so f*cking loud!
Ruthless warriors... hold the heart of hell!
The eyes of evilbehind their shades
Steps of demos, metal troops, rise the weapons
Rise in their hands high the warfare flag...!
(at the warpath!)
False ones, whimps and posers, now useless corpses
7inches spikes, sank in the flesh of the saints
Fire, blasphemy and oblivioncrown the house of christ...!
Proud and strong we bring the warfare noise!
Mayhemic satanic warriors...!
Behold...! warfare!!
Each one of us, an iron temple, built on!
So high black and strong!
Souls of fire, souls of metal, reignin this realm of ancient wisdom and pride!
Gathered in oath, holding leather skin, spikes, bullets and chains...
We are a race immortal as hell...!
Mayhemic satanistterrorist troops from hell... attack...!
Warfare...!
We laid our souls in war, ...return to our thrones!
Following the path done by ancient ones! ...emperors of wrath!
Thousand stormslike blast from our hearts...!
Boiling in our veins... our souls like...
Heavy black death metal...!
Written by: Erick Neyra
