Where the men trod in filthy lands
In blood and gore, (and) sweat swathed
There lies the dawn break of glory
There lies true victory!
Men are tired, men are hungry
Men are ailing, men are
Stars don't shine down here
Darkness hides my black desire
I keep the fire of vengeance burning
As the devil in me takes over.
The vengeful storm rocked my cradle
Served with venom as my