Vārdi:
Zao Praise The War Machine

inherit it, blood turned into fire, made to drink like wine, pile up the countless corpses and on them we shall dine We praise you war machine, you'

inherit it, blood turned into fire, made to drink like wine, pile up the countless corpses and on them we shall dine We praise you war machine, you'

shall inherit it, blood turned into fire, made to drink like wine, pile up the countless corpses and on them we shall dine We praise you war machine,