Texty písní Cryptic Wintermoon

Cryptic Wintermoon

Bonegrinder 1916

The smell of poison gas – fills the air

No need to search for death – he will find you there

Soil drained with blood – cities pulverized

Dead bodies twisted – humans carbonized

Bonegrinder – grinding bones – eating them alive

Spitting them out dead – no one will survive

War is the only answer

My gun spreads bullets like cancer

Bombs like rain – day and night – moving out – suicide

Death angels – from the sky – descent from hell – thousands die

Machinegun fire – detonations – rifle rounds – devastation

Grinding bones – artillery shell – draining blood – here is hell

Fire, roaring thunder – will be my coming signs

Planting death and havoc – among the defense lines

Thousand bodies – lay ripped and torn

The sound of cannon fire – roars like thunderstorm

Soil drained with blood – cities pulverized

Dead bodies twisted – humans carbonized

Bonegrinder – grinding bones – eating them alive

Spitting them out dead – no one will survive

War is the only answer

My gun spreads bullets like cancer