Lyrics Apostle Of War - Debauchery

Apostle Of War

Press Home The Fucking Attack
To The Frontline, Never Turn Back
Exspectation To Kill
Time For A Massive Butcher Bill
Tangled Mass Of Broken Flesh
All That Remains Of Some Massive Blast
Wreckage And Debris Thrown Around
Dead Bodies Of Men All Over The Ground
Attack — Overrun — Counterattack
Breaking Some Fucking Innocent’s Neck
Shells And Bullets, Axes And Saws
Instruments Of Killing And Of War
A Demon Coming From Hell
Bringing Forth Dark Demonic Spells
Bloodied Craters, Explosions Of Gore
Bastards That Is War