Bolt Thrower Prophet Of Hatred
Restless sky the time has come Turn up your brain you body feels numb Messed[?] in uncerainty what you have become Twisting your mind it's only just begun [....] Resistence[...] from fatality [...]of your Destiny [...] Lost[...] tasted sweet Terror my hatred is complete Devour, your soul now he has won [...]begun [...]you can[...] [...] Sacrifice the blood of a thousands souls [...]the life I will save As death shall be what remains You shall have my remorse [...] To control the downfall of man [...]insane [...] [...]what is saved