Prophecy

Hopeless position of endless wars
Theres nothing what to fight for but death claims its attention
risen fists, tanks and striking cannons
everything collapses

To finish this cursed misery
destroy and burn everything
it doesn't matter that this rabble will die
massacre will confute everybody

Life has no price
lots of mutilated bodies everywhere
carrions are dropped into hollows crows are croaking
pieces of flesh - nothing more

World of damned is in the wreckage
perversed squads of killers
there comes a zombie out of hell
without feelings it fulfils the prophecy

Prophecy about extermination human race
prophecy about torturing souls
messengers out of hell - angels of death
spread their black wings