Paroles: Sepultura. Morbid Visions. Show Me The Wrath.

Evil warriors
Fight till death
Sons of war
Kill with wrath

Born in a village
He's learned to fight
Grew up with strength
His pleasure is to kill

Son of evil
He is insane, maniac butcher
He is feared, he doesn't have religion
False and fools, he there is to torture

Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands

Show me the wrath

Frozen land, he was born
Living among the barbarian
He's forged his sword on the fire of pandemonium
Blessed by hell, feared by Christians

Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands

Show me the wrath

Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands

Show me the wrath