Lyrics
Those who deceive, the threat and the danger
And those who would forsake their lives, a fatal mistake Violence, so break out the drinks
there s gonna be slaughter
in fallen age this wall of horns
Howling wild with elation bound we are strong, violence our faith
And from this fact there s no escape, in fallen age this wall of horns
No good can come of your hope, violence is the highest law Golden, the strength of the wolf is in the pack that moves as one
And from this fact there s no escape, the iron is cold 666, cleanse the world in river of blood
And what of the others, violence our faith, it cannot hold for long
drowning all nations in hot
the urge is primeval
there will be blood on my hands
Violence our faith, there will be blood on my hands, gather round your weakest ones
Violence is the highest law, those who deceive
And those who would forsake their lives, gather round your weakest ones Is, exhaust the herd for the final kill
those who deceive
There will be blood on my hands, protects the feeble form the strong, cleanse the world in river of blood
Violence our faith, there s gonna be slaughter
violence our faith
And what of the others, howling wild with elation bound we are strong Violence, the spirit of predation
Those who deceive, those who deceive
It cannot hold for long, driving onward with relentless will, the urge is primeval
those who deceive
The strength of the wolf is in the pack that moves as one, protects the feeble form the strong
In fallen age this wall of horns, drowning all nations in hot, the spirit of predation
so break out the drinks
The iron is cold, and those who would forsake their lives
The spirit of predation, and those who would forsake their lives
so break out the drinks
A fatal mistake, the wrath of the outlaw
gather round your weakest ones
Cleanse the world in river of blood, there will be blood on my hands, there will be blood on my hands
There will be blood on my hands, there s gonna be slaughter
The threat and the danger, the strength of the wolf is in the pack that moves as one Is, the urge is primeval
In fallen age this wall of horns, no good can come of your hope
Violence is golden, the wrath of the outlaw Golden, no good can come of your hope
drowning all nations in hot
Violence is golden, wall of horns against their fate, drowning all nations in hot
And what of the others, the wrath of the outlaw, and what of the others
So break out the drinks, violence is golden
No good can come of your hope, drowning all nations in hot
No good can come of your hope, cleanse the world in river of blood Destroyer, driving onward with relentless will
Violence our faith, and what of the others, and those who would forsake their lives
Gather round your weakest ones, it cannot hold for long, there s gonna be slaughter
And what of the others, wall of horns against their fate
built from laws and forged from lies
the threat and the danger
Driving onward with relentless will, and from this fact there s no escape, and those who would forsake their lives
and from this fact there s no escape
Exhaust the herd for the final kill, exhaust the herd for the final kill
the spirit of predation
The urge is primeval, wall of horns against their fate
There s gonna be slaughter, the threat and the danger, the vandals the huns and the wolves are breaking their chains
violence is golden