[00:00.00] 作词 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson[00:28.59]Howling fury, reap the sky, pale winds of death unleashed[00:32.22]Storm of iron, gale of steel, erupting demon fist[00:36.36]In praise of death we celebrate the hunger for the kill[00:39.72]Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh[00:47.46]Boiled blood, charred bones[00:48.48]All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings[00:56.88]Cracked horizon, bleeding ground, cold ruin branches out[01:00.60]Falling into livid dust, prophets of steel arise[01:06.81]Warbound! Frontschwein! back to the panther line[01:07.74]Willingly triumphing in eternal death, decay, ruin[01:21.42]Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies[01:25.05]Armored count, wood-splinters swirling[01:38.07]Red pawns keeps falling[01:39.99]Armored count, breathing smoke and sparks[01:47.94]Once again falling down[02:21.51]Fastsack, westsack, cognac infused attack[02:22.41]Barrage after barrage, torn apart like paper sacks[02:25.56]Machine guns preaching, engines roar merciful faith no more[02:30.09]Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh, broiled skin, burnt hair[02:40.98]All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings[02:46.50]Death, decay, ruin[02:58.77]Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies