Deströyer 666 - Violence is Golden lyrics
[Deströyer 666 - Violence is Golden lyrics]
Jaws snap!
Driving onward with relentless will
Run down, exhaust the herd for the final kill
The spirit of predation
The strength of the wolf is in
The pack that moves as one
Howling wild with elation bound we are strong
Gather round your weakest ones
Wall of horns against their fate
Violence is the highest law
And from this fact there’s no escape
(In) fallen age this wall of horns
Protects the feeble form the strong
Built from laws and forged from lies
It cannot hold for long violence – is golden
(Cleanse the world in river of blood)
Violence – is golden
(Drowning all nations in hot, holy blood)
The wrath of the outlaw
The threat and the danger
No good can come of your hope
There’s always hate and what of the others
Those who deceive
And those who would forsake their lives
A fatal mistake
Arise, to see, the world
So break out the drinks
There’s gonna be slaughter
The vandals the Huns and the
Wolves are breaking their chains
The iron is cold, the urge is primeval
There will be blood on my hands
Violence our faith
Driving onward with relentless will
Run down, exhaust the herd for the final kill
The spirit of predation
The strength of the wolf is in
The pack that moves as one
Howling wild with elation bound we are strong
Gather round your weakest ones
Wall of horns against their fate
Violence is the highest law
And from this fact there’s no escape
(In) fallen age this wall of horns
Protects the feeble form the strong
Built from laws and forged from lies
It cannot hold for long violence – is golden
(Cleanse the world in river of blood)
Violence – is golden
(Drowning all nations in hot, holy blood)
The wrath of the outlaw
The threat and the danger
No good can come of your hope
There’s always hate and what of the others
Those who deceive
And those who would forsake their lives
A fatal mistake
Arise, to see, the world
So break out the drinks
There’s gonna be slaughter
The vandals the Huns and the
Wolves are breaking their chains
The iron is cold, the urge is primeval
There will be blood on my hands
Violence our faith