A new recruit, a new ambition, fall in line, leave all basics behind
Only a shallow binding, no true credibility, will he stand his ground or leave his brothers behind
A vision of our division, killing is our mission
Addicted to wicked violence, presence is not the essence
Eagor to be, the one behind, no experience, of doing time
A history concealed, gently being revealed, a stigma to belong, I already see what’s wrong
Bounded by blood, honorable troops
No place for fucking fools, we are few, but fueled, for war
Spring thy septic purity upon poison wounds
Grasp the gravle from beneath and raise thy hand in scorn
Cut the lines or fall behind, there is no fucking time
Your just a parasite, exactly our opponents delight
Stop colouring reality, it’s only insanity
Time of all order, to gore the psyche
Or instance in haste a derivated ambivalence
Reign in suffering and love this hellish storm
Accept wilderness, all is now forlorn |
