Scharapnels Of Faust

Hunger of war, lust of blood
Turned to beasts of devils
But out there is fear; of death, of
Paranoia of the slaughter

Sounds of hells, no requiem for death
Time for disease and decay
The blood of once alive spills to ground
For feeding the demons of war

The ground shakes, bodies are shattered
The rain of flesh and blood
Cleans our eternal sins
No time for petty prayers

So the machine goes off
The rain of metal
Empty shells spill to ground
Impales our presence

Scharapnels of Faust
Roar of cannons
Is the pray for the
Mighty demons of war

Sounds of hells, no requiem for death
Time for disease and decay
The blood of once alive spills to ground
For feeding the demons of war

So the machine goes off
The rain of metal
Empty shells spill to ground
Impales our presence