Amon Amarth - Masters Of War

Masters Of War

STRIKE
Fast and hard, show no mercy for these men
The vermin of christ, prophets of lies and their disciples
Seek them out, hunt them down
Break their spirits, crush their hearts
Not even death wi will set them free from this pain
CHARGE
Ride them down as they flee from our steel
Draw their blood, make them suffer
Before they die by war-field sacrifice
Wipe them out Burn their homes and fields
Feed the wolves with their offspring, annihilate them all
Masters of War, torment every soul
Rape every whore that carries the cross
FIRE
Burn them all, burn them alive
Send their souls to Deathqueens hall
To the land of cold burning flames
Send them to the land of famine and despair
Eternally they wi will starve and freeze