Cry War Songtext
von Kreator

All night you can feel all the blood it runs
Dying from the death of the machine gun
Crying on a field without mercy
Death in your eyes you have never seen

Torment all the priests on earth
Quarter all the enemies tonight
Nail all their corpses to the cross
Choose the dirty laughing from your face
Cry war
Cry war
Cry war


Flashlight is taking all the flesh from your face
Torture feels like the fastest black race
Dying everyday it is the same
Laughing about the corpses in this game

Torment all the priests on earth
Quarter all the enemies tonight
Nail all their corpses to the cross
Choose the dirty laughing from your face
Cry war
Cry war
Cry war

Cry war