FORGE IN FIRE
TOOLS TO DOMINATE THE WEAK
FLAGS RAISED HIGHER
TO A FUTURE BLEAK!
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR TOLLS
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR CALLS
DOOMSDAY FACTORY!
Once - the hungry sword
Brings a victory
Peace is not restored
But lust for cruelty
Blood is what we thirst
We shed humanity
With every battle cursed
To lose our sanity
FORGE IN FIRE
TOOLS TO DOMINATE THE WEAK
FLAGS RAISED HIGHER
TO A FUTURE BLEAK!
The beast within our souls
Roars remorselessly
With every one that falls
The lust growing monstrously
Tools of war we lust
We are lacking empathy
Turn it all to dust
It's either we or the abyss
FORGE IN FIRE
TOOLS TO DOMINATE THE WEAK
FLAGS RAISED HIGHER
TO A FUTURE BLEAK!
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR TOLLS
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR CALLS
DOOMSDAY FACTORY!
The thirst is never quenched
We need our victories
Blood then flows and turns the wheels
Of the Doomsday Factory!
FORGE IN FIRE
TOOLS TO DOMINATE THE WEAK
FLAGS RAISED HIGHER
TO A FUTURE BLEAK!
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR TOLLS
REAPERS WITHOUT SOULS
KILLING WITHOUT SENSE
THE FINAL HOUR CALLS
DOOMSDAY FACTORY!
