The black walls are burned!
The black walls!
The black walls are burned!
The black walls!
The black walls are burned!
The black...
From the fear to the tales - Crossed with Nails - A Demon had left his chains.
From the rivers to the seas - Bred disease - A toxic breeze from west to east.
From the heaven to the hell - Rotten smell - The dirt becomes a muted knell.
From the birth to the death - One single trap - Cutting through your living thread.
A toxic storm made by the dead.
Will rile the living heads.
Receive the fatal shock.
Dead Lock!
Sweat water mashed with ash.
Water falls are falling trash.
Decay of the last resort.
War Lord!
Dead Lock – War Lord – Uah!
Dead Lock – War Lord – Uah!
You - You Demon - it’s handmade - it’s our fucking fate.
You - You Demon - It’s too late - standing at the hell gate.
You - You Demon - it’s handmade- it’s our fucking fate.
You - You Demon - It’s too late - standing at the hell gate.