Storming With Vengeance

Vulture Lord

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We await the night in the shadows of (the) day
Waiting for the sign to rise upon the sky
Riding on out metalclad machines
Defend yourself, or you shall surely die
So grab your crosses as we run you over
Burn your towns and desecrate your kin
Hide your daughters, or they shall get it
Your god is fading in our pagan pride

Christianized by swords,
Dechristianized by machinegun fire
1000 years slumbering, for once again to rise
No compromise, now that our forces unite

Heaven sinks in their tears for the damned
The holy chose drowns in their pity for man
The trinity gasp for their final breath,
While mortals still (are) fighting like jackals ‘til death

White, wurstbrot soldiers
With black pounding hearts
Are storming with vengeance
Blood, fucking vengeance!