to live in, spread the words today Show the world that love is still alive, you must be brave Or you children of today are Children of the Grave, Yeah
live in Spread the world today Show the world That love is still the life, You must be brave Oh, you children of today Are children of the grave
Übersetzung: Master. Children Of The Grave.
to live in spread the world today Show the world that love is still alive you must be brave Or your children of today are children of the grave
place to live in spread the world today Show the world that love is still alive you must be brave Or your children of today are children of the grave
: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
children like toys Eat your lover then find an another there be good little boys boys will be boys I got two hands to hold you two arms around you the master
Decapitate every Christian And rape their women and children Every Christian cross you find, you shall turn Every building under God's name shall burn Every Christian man's grave
eat your brain like a piece of salami Contaminate you like a biohazard Because I'm a sick bastard 2000 maniacs call me master And they obey everything
: Unborn children, follow me Empty graveyards you will see Tonight the world will be my castle Eternal power obeys the only master Breaks the sun against
Waste away, convulse in pain, dissolve within... Twisted brain Abstract world of pain Anguish of the mind Tortured afterlife Bodily entombed... beckons internal grave
soldiers We are back from the grave It's a doomsday Thousands of dead bodies Lay slaughtered on the ground Karmakeddon warriors deliver Satan's wrath Our master
soldiers We are back from the grave It's a doomsday Thousands of dead bodies Lay slaughtered on the ground Karmakeddon warriors deliver satan's wrath Our master
die!!! It hides inside me, it hides inside me! Sic semper tyrannus! Everyday you decay in chains, dismayed broken soul, splintered bones ghost-children in their graves
: Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns You that build the death place, you that build all the guns You that hide behind walls, you that
the countless victims and all their families of the murdered, tortured and slaved, raped, robbed and persecuted - Never Again! To the men, women, and children
made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl You must spread the word of the master teacher
