Heathen Beast – Cales – letras

The blade swishing in the airSpinning around its axisBefore you cover your backA hit of skin, wood and scrapThe wolf catches the scentIn wait for its preyStalks it cunninglyThen hunts it down and snaps its backStand up above the abyssSaddle the iron horseTake your post in the packHeathen beast-laughs in the face of deathAn iron mace rises above the skylineA fire strokeDrive that quenches your thirstFlames breathing the fuelFlies forward and laughs in the face of death-heathen beastSlip into a raging iron mass, after the first hammer blowGalloping with the speed of an arrowTear out the flesh, slurp the blood of your enemySpare him not and loudly mock the gods of the inferior onesWith a fresh dose of evilThe ongoing march of the armyWar, black death, hurt, starvationPurifying disastersPrecise job of killing machineFor the hungry mouth of hellLaughs in the face of death-heathen beast