Black Thrash Assault Songtext
von Witchaven

The hour of battle is at hand and the time for glory is now.
The pure black of an army that is set to kill.
War is the reason we prosper in a world so cruel.
Violence and death is the reason for a life set to rule.

War and Death


Soldiers that kill, machines of war,
Troops of pain and terror
Militia of hate, brothers in arms,
Terror that brings you death
Chaos and pain, under one sign,
Sign of the Black Mark
Thrash attack, leading the way,
War convulses the Earth

Black Thrash Assault

A society that knows only the horrors of war,
The way that was given to us even at birth.
We know no other way but to kill who oppose,
To slaughter and maim the enemy and all who defy.

War and Death

Lead - Jerry

Black Thrash Assault