Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings Sexy sirens in dreams of king Stephen killer mike Mad stalking midnight
of Burma Light years away, mountains of Burma Will the sons of Solidarity Still march on May Day Will the sisters of the seventies Still fight for equal
I come though, guns is drawn Blam blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog When the street passed midnight
sought out a plan to conquer today Hail, Sons of darkness Hail, warriors call Hail, we'll conquer together Hail, my carrion hordes Sons of darkness, with banners held high Sons
, I come though, guns is drawn BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog On the street passed midnight
I come though, guns is drawn BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog On the street passed midnight
took again what him was (made) And each bit of their entrails Were spread along the southern lands. Being condemned to be conquered And annihilated. By the great fighter sons
