Butcher - Nation Of Killers Lyrics
The murderers sing with pride their hymnCorpses lie on streets, they rot and stinksVictims of this soldiers, the servants of CaineNation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)With pride, they use the weaponsCult to their master, insanity is their lawShow their honour, spilling the men's bloodHoly patriots of the killers nationNation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)A gun, pointing on your foreheadA knife, piercing without mercy your fleshA rope, taking your life, and your breathA grave, next place for your existence deadNation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)