Nocturnal Breed
EP • 2004
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Blood runs from the spikes of war Retaliate Bring your sons to their slaughter Into a nameless shallow grave To the victor belong the spoils Enter Hell land of slime I live to triumph in your ruins Remorseless, strike you down Fast forward corpse-shredders Here beats a hideous heart Pin-pointed core of evil Scorn defence will vaporize Death is the hunter Perfect killing machine Necrotic interceptor Cruel cause Condition red, condition dead Weapons of war is our religion Born without a soul inside I've sworn the oaths The codes of conduct Aggressive, deceptive we fight No second coming, no more warnings Here comes the cardinal day We deal in punishment where punishment is due You can't keep this onslaught at bay En mass, lay low the ramparts We rise like a sudden storm So fast, removed from existence In a flash as food for the worms
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