Syndrome 1 - War

Time has come time to unleash the war
Pure blood wanna stain this ground

Time has come time to unleash the war
Ash will cover rising
Sun

Kill in the name of God
Kill in the name of gold
Kill in the name of passion

Unquiet war, in crushed mind
I couldn't find anyone to protect me

Against amorphic faces, screaming in the dark
Can you hear the words of schizophrenic anthem

My helmet is made of metal, with dead brain cells inside
We are well prepared for war

This ancient times, illustrer lies, pain and death, left behind in our flawless legacy

They turn dishonour into pride, procreate next seeds of pain

You live on a leash chained to war machine
Restless
Flame
Is burning in human hearts
Their cogs break down your peace

Ancients swords, turns into bombs,
Feel like blood lusts are tempting

"My helmet is made of metal , with dead brain cells inside'''

Time has come time to unleash the war
Pure blood wanna stain this ground

Time has come time to unleash the war
Ash will cover rising
Sun

We are well prepared
We are well prepared
For War