Warsaw

Comes forth

Blood shed

Tides turn

Grinding

Ripping

Turning

Corpse burn

Hate lost

Hate gain

Hateful

Hate slain

Bodies

Slaughtered

Turning

Captive



It's too

Late to revert your ways

Wings with scales

Now wings of fate

Raining thorns

Pain becomes your only pleasure

All that's left

It's sharpened fury



Unholy steel

Grinding waves of flesh

Pride

Victory dance of those unknown

Fear

Spread out throughout the masses

Storm

Thunder clap signifies the end