Death Incarnate - Spiral of Violence

Torments of blood, Scourge the world
Generated by the last civilization
Full-armed savages
Self-destroying without mercy
Domination
Object of passion
Prepared to die
Till extinction
Green fields
Turned into, desserts of blood

Graves sowed with corpses
Scattered everywhere
Finding pieces of meat
Brutal strapping lads
Full of, hatred and fury
Taking children and women
To violate them with no remorse
Tearing off ears and teeth
Increasing their collection
Trophies hanging from their necks
Determining their range
Under the black rain

Their heads refresh from the heat
Evil laughter in their mouths
Making evident the insanity
They got with the annihilation

The dark empire of perversion
Spreads from mountains to sun
Professional assassins
Had taken the entire world
A child, their emperor
In front of their excellence
Slaves are tortured