Рогатые Трупоеды - Песня нежети WoW (Death Metal) | Текст песни

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Hunter, killer, butcher, into the night.
Creeping, craving, maiming, children of death.
Frightened, trembling, tender, you are the prey.
Broken, crushed, wretched, we are the pain...

Grasping for breath on the killing fields - hounds of war.
Riddles of life lie unresolved - into my grave.
Camouflaged truth under command - battered and bombed.
Millions of mouths screaming in rage - it's my warcraft.

Chaos scything through the frontlines.
Bullets raining from the skies.
Caterpillared minions of hell.
Faceless mouths silent cries.

Honour, gunfights, attack, ambushed in time.
Marching, soldiers, ancient, live by the sword.
Advance, come in, aiming, dance with the dead.
Swinging, stormblades, singing, murderous claws.

Grasping for breath on the killing fields - hounds of war.
Riddles of life lie unresolved - into my grave.
Camouflaged truth under command - battered and bombed.
Millions of mouths screaming in rage - it's my warcraft.

Chaos scything through the frontlines.
Bullets raining from the skies.
Caterpillared minions of hell.
Faceless mouths silent cries.

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