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Howling fury, reap the sky - pale
winds of death unleashed
Storm of iron - gale of steel ; erupting
demon fist
In praise of death we celebrate the
hunger for the kill
Into pandemonium - stench of
scorched flesh
Boiled blood, charred bones
All heaven exult as destruction
spreads its wings
Cracked horizon, bleeding ground,
cold ruin branches out
Falling into livid dust - prophets
of steel arise
Warbound ! Frontschwein ! back to
the panther line
Willingly triumphing in eternal
death, decay, ruin
- yet the only victory belongs unto
the flies
Armored count - wood-splinters
swirling
Red pawns keeps falling
Armored count - breathing smoke and
sparks
Once again falling down
Fastsack, westsack - cognac infused
attack
Barrage after barrage, torn apart
like paper sacks
Machine guns preaching, engines
roar - merciful faith no more
Into pandemonium - stench of
scorched flesh, broiled skin, burnt hair
All heaven exult as destruction
spreads its wings
Death -
decay - ruin
- yet the only victory belongs unto
the flies
