Masters of War

Strike Fast and hard, show no mercy for these men The vermin of Christ, prophets of lies and their disciples Seek them out, hunt them down Break their spirits, crush their hearts Not even death will set them free from this pain Charge Ride them down as they flee from our steel Draw their blood, make them suffer Before they die by war-field sacrifice Wipe them out! Burn their homes, burn their fields Feed the wolves with their offspring Annihilate them all Masters of War Torment every soul Rape every whore That carries the cross Masters of War Torment every soul Enslave every whore That carries the cross Fire Burn them all, burn them alive Send their souls to Death Queen's hall To the land of cold burning flames Send them to the land of famine and deceit Eternally they will starve and freeze Masters, masters, masters Masters, masters, masters Masters, masters, masters, masters, masters, masters Masters of war --- Masters of War - Amon Amarth