Tank Warfare Lyrics

Subzero triumphant evil
Freezing racing demonic disorder
Obscured by his shadowland
Savage are the masters own

In the trenches of the gutterwar
Turn to death by the bloodwolf invertion
Minds forever locked into, cold f*cking murder

You know you are a killer true
These drugs will never bring you peace
Enveloped by the spirits dark
You are counting your dead
And it smells like tank warfare

Slaveskin banner high
Satan artillery scorching
Native hammer crushing
Addicted to the stench of dying
To the raping of the slain 5. Saint For Raping

Rebel drug abundant
This dark old delicium
By no gods condoned
Worn out skin at daybreak
Bleed this goat
Cold with gravesoil
Rancid and torn
Sick with sulphur
Rusted scraps of Orcus
A scabbed lung prophecy
Dismal traces of sanity
Devilfangs dug in deep
Store the building twilight
Hard in skeletal marrow
This disease have eyes
Satan boils the venom black
Be this drunken dawn a bastard
Or a saint for raping
Be these dogdays a curse
Or a sign that we must murder

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