Vārdi: Kreator. Pleasure To Kill. Riot Of Violence (live).

Greedy for blood, paralyzed by power
The decision to die, tales of terror
Deep in the corner, passion to kill
Corpse on the ground, minds starts to chill

A man lies in the corner, covered with blood
Bloody wounds on his body, praying for his god
People pass him by, but they say
Why should we care about him? He will die today

Riot of violence
Riot of violence
Riot of violence
Riot of violence

Find your own way, you must go alone
Kill all next to you, they want the throne
The infectious disease is the only life
You're scared to death, die by their knife

A man lies in the corner, covered with blood
Bloody wounds on his body, praying for his god
People pass him by, but they say
Why should we care about him? He will die today

Brutality and mighty wars, warriors start to fight
With bombs and guns, the troops have come
To extinguish the light
I'd rather not go wild tonight, but I must save myself

On a field littered with corpses
Stands a lonely flower
It reminds the world how it was
But we drop it away with power

Riot of violence
Riot of violence
Riot of violence
Riot of violence