Lust For Violence

Blood flowing freely from severed arteries,
bullet-filled craniums lying in the streets.
Skulls of the last men crushed beneath your feet,
how does it fucking feel to be the only thing believed?
Uncanny is the sound of the emptiness of cities,
painted by the bile of most wretched enemies.
War is the gateway into higher states
of being,
transcending ressentiment through unmatched cruelty.

Lust, for violence, quaking from the
blood, you're covered in, the will to power.

Reject the cross and embrace your Hell,
barbarian, you must redeem yourself.
Chaos is the nature of the world in which we live,
deny it in yourself, you're denying all that is.
Unleash the mighty hate that is weighing down your heart,
with endless wrath and metal will you'll tear this world apart.

Lust, for violence, quaking from the
blood, you're covered in, the will to power.

Wading through the rabble like a wolf in search of prey,
if by chance you die in battle they will know your fucking name.
Great imbalancer, never bowing to your day,
all of history shall tremble from your rage.

Lust, for violence, quaking from the
blood, you're covered in, the will to power.