Lyrics Execution Tank - 3 Inches Of Blood

Execution Tank

This is the end, the final fight,
Spitting fire as it rolls across the grave.
Unearthly force and cruel design,
Feel the tremors of a sadistic death machine.
Shells explode overhead,
Mass obliteration’s begun,
Certain death, no remorse,
Are you prepared for what’s to come?
Sentenced to face the execution,
Cannon will aim right for your face,
Precise and true, the execution tank.
The execution tank!
The execution tank!
The execution tank!
The execution tank!
Endless rounds of bullets will not pierce,
Armour so thick, it withstands every attack,
Demoralized, its enemies will run,
Only to delay the fate the tank will bring to them.
Bodies blown clean apart,
Another thousand widows cry with grief.
Skulls are crushed by its treads,
The war cannot be won when facing this beast,
Surrender your life to the execution tank.
It’s like a terrifying storm,
With its bloody hulking form.
An objective that is never done,
Hatred pours from every gun.
It’s like a terrifying storm!
With its bloody hulking form!
An objective that is never done!
Hatred pours from every gun!
TANK!
The execution tank!
The execution tank!
The execution tank!
The execution tank!