Awake! Sons of Vengeance rise Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons of war Today we conquer the
[Music & Lyrics Helmkamp] Awake! Sons of Vengeance rise Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons
silence My voice Lightning hammer of gods Uphold! Avenge! Arise! Blessed and bold ascension Like the firebearing star Through thousands of ordeals We are the sons of vengeance
birthright borne Enslaving vigour as if nailed to a cross Scoff at this inheritance of wretchedness The Daimons erect shatter shackles of deceit Sons of Vengeance
feel death inside? For now life is shallow. The sons of Abbadon rise again. We are the gods of the last days of man. Disciples of vengeance with no regard
you feel death inside? For now life is shallow. The sons of Abbadon rise again. We are the gods of the last days of man. Disciples of vengeance with no
