Sangtekst: Occult. Elegy For The Weak. Warbeast.

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Abomination, called forth, total war
Winds of fire, shrieking terror, hellish birth
Thousands march, armed to the teeth, conquest or death
Raging battle, bloody carnage, scorched Earth

Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast
Sanguine feast saturation

Combat hardened, tough as leather, bestial lust
Proud to fight, baptized in steel, iron will
Command is given, attack unleashed, no way back
Senses sharpened, the hunt is on, love to kill

Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast
Sanguine feast saturation

Circled by enemy troops, certain death
Lines overrun, outnumbered by advancing hordes
No surrender, chances for escape do not exist
Hopelessly, fighting for the tide to turn

Heat of the fight, bombs burst, dirt flies all around
Shrapnel rain, is merciless, takes many down
Scorching fire, burning flesh, disgusting smell
Maimed soldiers, ripped to shreds, corpses abound

Enter the furious storm, of eternal war
Ordeal of bravery, drenched in bloody gore
Eternal recurrent rite, to consecrate the land
Remains of the defeated, left to perish in sand

Final hour, is now at hand, take your stand
Hell has come, it's up to you, what will it be?
Fight 'till end, or will you die a coward's death?
Wield your weapon, last chance for glory, now death's at hand

Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast
Sanguine feast saturation