Buried God Back To Wreck Your Neck
(The final decision)
Lost in the dungeon of silence
The coffin was almost closed
A crypt was built for our history
A living cenotaph was our destiny
The king slept for aeons
And darkness conquered the land
But memories awoke the dragon
To start the mayhem again
The angel of death flies again
And a voice screams for the damned
The sound of hell cuts off your head
Rotten corpses, but we are not dead
Taste of blood gives us the might
And still we got the second sight
Atrocities last for eternity
Vengeance is mine, a murder divine
A new attack, it blinds your eye
And spread the plague, by the
Sword he dies
War and submission
Is our final decision
Thousands of men die in their blood
Strike down every coward one by one
Victory's ours and mercy for no one
The field turns red - our work is done
