Marduk Frontschwein

Howling fury, reap the sky, pale winds of death unleashed Storm of iron, gale of steel, erupting demon Fist In praise of death we celebrate the hunger for the kill Into pandemonium, stench of scorched Flesh Boiled blood, charred bones All heaven exult as destruction spreads its Wings Cracked horizon, bleeding ground, cold ruin branches out Falling into livid dust prophets of steel Arise Warbound Frontschwein Back to the panther line Willingly triumphing in eternal death, decay, Ruin Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies Armored count, woodsplinters Swirling Red pawns keep falling Armored count, breathing smoke and Sparks Pushing through trackless swamps