Ewig Frost piosenki

millions of faces, millions of deaths who's dropping' the next bomb? war of all races, a stealthy process running for so long... got the tools to survive, noone else left alive - call the devil by his name - won't be part of this underhand game...

In these times of devastation Ruled of slothful thirst of all... ...But now is rolling over the pounding earth A breeze of death under natures skirt Her eye will look upon us But her scowl can kill She'll twist our hearts You'll see the storms drown ov...