m your furor What's your furor [Baby] Feel the furor I'm your furor baby I'm your furor What's your furor baby Feel the furor You're my furor
: As mercy'sreign lays withered, magestic gloats unsung Before the throttled kingdom, revel in our conquest won Fate unreal until revealed, outpour
: A call to war upholds us, uncoiled forces roam. Throughout before hell feeds us, our colours shone! Shone! Shone! Unlasting cries of reason, avenge
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: Annihilation awakened, disease unpacked Forwarned a thousand times, of your feeble future gaping black Hellbent for blood of the innocent, souls we
: Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war. A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores, demands to
: Revolting, unleash the hounds of hell. Fall before your pre-made doom, the rebellion cease to quell. All ends loom, all destinys carry cracks. Heroic
: Beyond the sun, where nigh prevails. The pitch of blackness has won! The cold forever, freezes starscapes unsuspecting. Perhaps correcting, the faults
: Forever pacing, the walls within our heads. Tempted by our dreams invoked from fear of death! The clouded sources of all passions fade to grey. Concealed
: Arise in black, suprise attack! Forgo the ritual of the dark taking back! Their rightfull throne, return to home Forever, left in debt be the legions
: Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
: La luna maledico il tempo e quando son partito proprio stato benservito e adesso urlo il mio furore incrocio i Tir ma non li vedo ho i fari alti e
furor Venio infelix tenebricus aethers Et in terrae esse formae procella quem Extintio e destruye vitia. Nihi quid cum materiae ni corpus, Pervenire furor
your furor Whats your furor [baby] Feel the furor Im your furor baby Im your furor Whats your furor baby Feel the furor Youre my furor Im your furor
to die and to kill the swords, axes and shields are shining dreadful in the moonlight then they raise their fists and scream their warcry Furor Teutonicus
Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
La luna maledico il tempo e quando son partito proprio stato benservito e adesso urlo il mio furore incrocio i Tir ma non li vedo ho i fari alti e me
furor [c'mon] [Well] I'm your furor What's your furor [Baby] Feel the furor I'm your furor baby I'm your furor What's your furor baby Feel the
