Texty: Bloodsimple. Death From Above.

Desperate cries in the hour of vengeance
Merciless the way of the world
Traumatized by the hours of chaos
No place you can run

Seal your fate, a relentless attack
Rising of a foreign flag
Revenge doesn't matter on who
As long as it's one of them

Submission, relentless, obliterated from the past
Fire, destruction, now there's no turning back
Show 'em no love
The bastard is ripe and fit for the bleeding
Death from above, death from above
The bastard is ripe for the bleeding

Crucified, the profit is vanquished
Killing of the newborn king
Justified by those who compel us servants
Of a different fate

Certain death signs of a hysteria
Confusion on the way to the way to the gates
Terror among the ranks
Now you will be laid to waste

Submission,relentless, obliterated from the past
Fire, destruction, now there's no turning back
Show 'em no love
The bastard is ripe and fit for the bleeding
Death from above, death from above
The bastard is ripe for the bleeding

He who shall arise like a Phoenix from the flame
Demon shall arise, lay your soul to waste

Show 'em no love
The bastard is ripe and fit for the bleeding
Death from above, death from above
The bastard is ripe and fit for the bleeding