Текст (слова) песни: Lux Occulta - Sweetest Stench Of The Dead (The Battlefeld)

... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells
he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth
he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves
and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand

we are the rebel ones
the individuals
the ones that are not afraid
to spit in the tyrants face

fuck yeah! this means war!

these mountains are the corpses of my brothers
the ocean is the blood of my mother Earth
this is what blind and mad usurper did create...

hate!!!

now i forge my sword
cant wait to face the one and his legions of worms
now I forge my sword
this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne
now I forge my sword
dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god
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Love
Mane Teket Fares
Midnight Crisis
Missa Solemnis
Most Arrogant Life Form
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Nude Sophia
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Sweetest Stench Of The Dead (The Battlefeld)
The Birth of The Race
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The Opening Of The Eleventh Sephirah
The Third Eye (Illuminatio)
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