Me sing say Marchand de mort, tu ose venir me nargue Avec ton ble qui pure la mort, va donc plutot te rincer Marchand de mort, tu ose venir me nargue
patience Me sing say Marchand de mort, tu ose venir me nargue Avec ton ble qui pure la mort, va donc plutot te rincer Marchand de mort, tu ose venir
still the fires of hell burn on Sands of time are running out for us all Free your mind before we fall Senselessly the war machine marches on Bathory
wars against their own people. They break innate rights to respect for life and self integrity. They turn each home into a battlefield. What will be next
