Masters of wreckage We rule the secrets Infernal, blasphemed world We kill the dragons And haunt the beasts Of your now destroyed world
Pillaging and killing Raping the women And leaving no men alive Kings of nowhere We come with no mercy Singing our tunes of war
We are like rage Thunder and lightning We bring out the storm Hunting together Like wolves we share Your skin and your rotten flesh
No tongues results No lies and we have Our way to rip it from you Rage's all we got Death's all we give Spilling blood through the land Here we come To kill and destroy Screaming higher
The loudest voice The blood of the young ones Is the wine for our vitality Running red, fresh and warm We are coming Masters - end is near Wreckage - end of fight Masters - hell is here Wreckage - end of times
