Слова:
Kreator

Fire's coming down, hot winds blow smoke away Low screams of the survivors the innocent have paid Nobody knows what happened, light all they've seen People

See them all marching beyond the horizon of hate Bound by an ancient curse, annihilate Nothing will break them apart No sign of fear ever touches their

Was it a vision or was it a dream The trust of the mankind has never been real Gods of pleasure, Gods of pain Gods of terror, of life and of hate Mortality

Entering a part of your mind Where reality is lost and time stands still Dreams and nightmares are one Only hell knows if this is real No human being

Was it a vision or was it a dream The trust of the mankind has never been real Gods of pleasure, Gods of pain Gods of terror, of life and of hate Mortality

Roman Empire, Christian persecution is here Strongest desire eradicate the new sectarians Hunting down those who pray the new words Awaiting their fall

He bursts their heads till they die You feel so mad you're feeling so high He arrives he's sent from hell Running wild by the sound of the bell Bonebreaker

Indication of the essence Concentrating on mass submission Crying, race, philosophy Sacramental confidence Discovered desire Hesitant, intelligence Impersonate

Young girl, so sweet And once so innocent Your life, so brutal True emotions suppressed You scream, but he won't Hear a word till, he's had his away Victim