Woe
They will take you to the field
There will be a voice from which you will not escape
Your heads will be filled with cotton wool
All absorbing
A mass of black mindless mass
You will grab your axes swords
Will slaughter each other without mercy ...
There will be a voice from which you will not escape
Your heads will be filled with cotton wool
All absorbing
A mass of black mindless mass
You will grab your axes swords
Will slaughter each other without mercy ...