Letra de 'The Sound Of Our March' de Nocturnal Sin

War! For you, miserables,
War! For you coward lambs,
War! Till the next creation of cosmos
War! Till your blood evaporate... from our land
War! in our mountains,
War! in our jungles,
War! in our valleys,
War! the roars and echoes resonate,
Fuck crhistianity, fuck judaizm, fuck capitalizm, we dont follow anyone,
We are not stupid lambs, our lords are with us, and you??? hitting your chest for forgiveness???
War for what you did? war for your sins??? War for your stupidity??? war for being alive!!!!
Fuck you christians, fuck you catolic lambs, fuck you miserables, fuck you manipulators of the world,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
At the end of war I will print my foot on your blood
War! For you, miserables,
War! For you coward lambs,
War! Till the next creation of cosmos
War! Till your blood evaporate... from our land
War, war, war, without truce
War, war, war, on your blood... I will print my foot.
You must respect us!
Let us fly to the war, n the revenge, and the one who denies his chest to the hope, sinks in Dust his cowardly face.
And rumble the Earth with the sound of our march.
The creation of cosmos on a remote time, cycles of the nature, cycles of the universe, Constantly constructed, and destroying by the sacred energies, sacred deities, so we Create a new cosmic circle, a new cosmic cycle, you will lay rotten at the ruins