Lust For Torment
Lorenzo Bellia
No discrimination, total devastation
No one is innocent, death without regrets
The end draws near, our way is clear
Dark times of hate, no future for our race
Arm in arms with fire, death prepare its plan
A morbid desire: lust for torment
Thousands way to kill, the torture of your will
Slaughter of all hope, death without remorse
to the human waste, soon to be erased
We did our time: another sun will shine
Arm in arms with fire, death prepare its plan
