Woorden:
Visions Of Wrath

The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath Gods of the storm Infernal death The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath

Evil warrior Fight till death Sons of war Kill with wrath Born in a village He's learn to fight Grew up with strength His pleasure is to kill Sons of

The Winds of Plague carry us forth With an uncertain destiny hanging in the clouds An expedition on treacherous seas The last hope of many, Our final

I don't feel the need to hide from this any longer Your paralyzing grip on me has lost all effect No longer will I be a host for your addictions Now

A carnal howl of sickness and remorse. A shuddering silence with deafening force. he cant hear you, another lie. Even in the day, the world is dark.

believe it when I'm saying that Y'all starting to creep in, everyday it's just so gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one see's my vision

God Man's... Man's questions turned to visions And visions gave God All kinds of exciting things to do Someday He would be a God of wrath Reeking havoc

is, it's the book of thugs. Come a little bit closer, nigga, take a look at this, picture this vision of a mission accomplished. Bone thugs all the

hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath