Slayer - War Ensemble lyrics
[Slayer - War Ensemble lyrics]
Propaganda death ensemble burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth, the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum, it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph:
The numbers that are dead
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really survival
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Be dead, fiend from above
When darkness falls descend onto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age old in it's time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine center of the web
All battles scored what is our war crimes?
Era forever more war
Propaganda war ensemble burial to be
Bones, shining by the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth, the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum, it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph:
The numbers that are dead
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really survival
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Be dead, fiend from above
When darkness falls descend onto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age old in it's time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine center of the web
All battles scored what is our war crimes?
Era forever more war
Propaganda war ensemble burial to be
Bones, shining by the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat
Sport the war war support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill