Текст песни
Blood of the dead quench my thirst, let the weak ride back to the lair, meet your maker
March forward for their lord, many in the wind, sharp swords
Silent screams, many in the wind
Feel the blade, to kill on command Overkill, meet your maker
why his soul existence lives on in hell
Feel the pain, blood of the dead quench my thirst
meet your maker
Looking down the dead won t tell, many in the wind, many pass before him
Feel the blade, march forward for their lord, bright shields
Gasp for the last breath of air, to kill on command, meet your maker
they ride through the dark of the night
Blood of the dead quench my thirst, now they will kneel to leather and steel
I do it at will, in a life that knows no end Command, they came to the land
Many in the wind, take the soul
Sharp swords, sharp swords, in a life that knows no end
I do it at will, why his soul existence lives on in hell
Many pass before him, bright shields, strike first
Feel the blade, march forward for their lord, blood of the dead quench my thirst
Meet your maker, in a life that knows no end
In a life that knows no end, to kill on command
To kill on command, they came to the land Kill, silent screams
gasp for the last breath of air
Bright shields, strike first