Jormungand Perfect Order - L'ambition Mélodique | Текст песни

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• Jormungand Perfect Order
• L'ambition Mélodique

Destruction is the word, repeat it often in the battlefield, while killing the scoundrels
Automatic gatherings, ideas which are never the same, repetitive commands
In details, without care.

Expedition, my elites always in hard and sure position, reaching the perfection
All is in the blood, especially the mercilessness, while the guns are made deaf
Engaged, why so many wars ? Why so many volunteers ? Most of the dead, they're here without a choice/
Overstocked, the account is never right, but awesome with a little help
I kill the lazy ones, pathetic ennemy, i love the ocean, i hire the giants
Hiring contradictions to executive military
They become fugitives.

Chorus x2 :
My ambition, as wide as the sky, black and flowing thru my veins
It mixes red and black, love and hate
Definition of my memory, brings the world in peace
My weapons are awake
My ambition attacks every country in the ethnic silence
Putting secrets in orbits for the historic fact
Definition of my memory, brings the world in peace
My weapons are awake.

Men begin with love and end with ambition, born from prohibitions
Always in competition, standing for collaborations, never give the informations
The will give powers, watch out, dont put your bib on, the overuse is always in your homeworks.
In case of emergency, the aim must seem transparent, as if you team was pushing your forward,
Skill to acquire, harmonization in life, the intelligence, tracked down by envies,
The diligence gives the infinite difference, the chattering loves jealousy,
The enemy is in front of the mirror, not in the hallway, check it but keep time to stay alone.
Stay in position, the project is achieved, every step, i make them reverbate.

Chorus x2
My ambition, as wide as the sky, black and flowing thru my veins
It mixes red and black, love and hate
Definition of my memory, brings the world in peace
My weapons are awake
My ambition attacks every country in the ethnic silence
Putting secrets in orbits for the historic fact
Definition of my memory, brings the world in peace
My weapons are awake.

My ambition, as wide as the sky, black and flowing thru my veins
It mixes red and black, love and hate
Definition of my memory, brings the world in peace
My weapons are awake

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