《Thousand-Fold Death》歌词

[00:03:45] Thousand-Fold Death - Marduk

[00:03:45] Twisting and turning - intensively burning

[00:03:45] The flames of destruction through the city whirling

[00:03:45] Through smoke and through screams on bloodthirsty machines

[00:03:45] We storm forth in ecstasy to crush the resistance

[00:03:45] Now let the carnage build up, let the cleansing begin

[00:03:45] Explosions bursting out - ashen bell cloning in

[00:03:45] All that is flesh shall bleed - all that is dry shall burn

[00:03:45] None shall escape our wrath - death awaits at every turn

[00:03:45] From under violent skies with violence in our hearts

[00:03:45] Spewing forth hate and lead, pouring out fiery death

[00:03:45] All that oppose us must perish in rampant flames

[00:03:45] Over and over - again and again

[00:03:45] Again and again and again and again shall we renew the massacre

[00:03:45] Renew the slaughter and renew the genocide

[00:03:45] Searching for flesh to burn, searching for blood to spill

[00:03:45] Combing through ruins in search for survivors to kill

[00:03:45] Demoniac dignity - seeking enlightenment through genocide

[00:03:45] Barbed wire, grass fire, steel-armored death choir

[00:03:45] Basks in the glare of the ever-growing pyre

[00:03:45] Winged projectiles of death - winged projectiles of doom

[00:03:45] Turning whole cities into graves and smoking tombs

[00:03:45] Relentless butchering, tireless killing-spree

[00:03:45] Human vermin in flames - cleansing death meant to be

[00:03:45] Cold oppression rising; panzer dawn - iron spring

[00:03:45] Legions of black fueled with burning hate, bad wine and gin

[00:03:45] Slaughterous symphony - searching redemption through this holy war

[00:03:45] No room for prisoners, no room for mercy

[00:03:45] No room for compassion or pity or sympathy

[00:03:45] Hear the tank engine roar - hear the gun-barrels sing

[00:03:45] As we run through everyone and through everything

[00:03:45] War drums are beating - the wheels of death spinning

[00:03:45] The freshly shed blood on our hands is as sweet as sin

[00:03:45] Screaming artillery - deafening mortar shells

[00:03:45] Tearing the streets to shreds - leaving nothing but a

[00:03:45] Trail of destruction and cities beyond repair

[00:03:45] The smell of burnt flesh and black powder fills in the air

[00:03:45] Gunfire from above, gunfire from below

[00:03:45] Marching through newly made mass graves with eyes aglow

[00:03:45] Shellfire shakes the ground - iron wings fill the sky

[00:03:45] Countless infantrymen armed and eager to die

[00:03:45] All that is whole shall burst, all that stands up shall fall

[00:03:45] 'Til all that's left is the echo of this holy war

[00:03:45] Murderous harmony - seeking fulfillment through thousand-fold death