Luftwaffe - Bloodline | Текст песни

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• Luftwaffe
• Bloodline

Suffer you must, thine anguish is just,
And your bloodline will languish hereafter.
Thine cherished will bleed, for thousandfold deeds,
When mankind is damned in the rapture.

Suffer all suffer, from foulest-foul seed,
When the ending is come, on darkest-white steed.
Suffer the children, from thine ilk are bred,
Rejoicing in non-time, creation's lain dead.

Fodder, fodder into the slaughter
Flaying your sons. Defiling your daughters.
Stripped of your honor and raped of your wealth
Save the last bullet you have, for yourself.