...So We Can Die Happy - Anaal Nathrakh

A storm…

Obscured, dispersed

Fuck them, slaughter …

Cowardice

Kill them, kill them

Our soldiers are …

How we’ll make a trail of bread

So that we can die happy

You scream

… we’re going down

I- Total fucking (?burn?)

II- Our soldiers fighting…

III- All this fucking insanity

Our soldiers are …

How we’ll make a trail of bread

So that we can die happy

The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round