Masters of War


Fast and hard, show no mercy for these men

The vermin of Christ, prophets of lies and their disciples

Seek them out, hunt them down

Break their spirits, crush their hearts

Not even death will set them free from this pain


Ride them down as they flee from our steel

Draw their blood, make them suffer

Before they die by war-field sacrifice

Wipe them out! Burn their homes and fields

Feed the wolves with their offspring, annihilate them all!

Masters of War, torment every soul

Rape every whore that carries the cross


Burn them all, burn them alive

Send their souls to Deathqueen's hall

To the land of cold burning flames

Send them to the land of famine and despair

Eternally they will starve and freeze

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