Brett Portzer - Barbaric Proclivity lyrics

War! The faint sound of doom creeps closer Mist over the mountains, d**h We'll push them, into their graves Cavernous ground smash a window to hell Your race has withered, your spirit crushed No love left, no emotion, barely anything Beaten Pain is welcome, to feel anything at all A landscape of utter despair We'll push them, into their graves We hear your helpless cries We hope your race dies Only hope Quick demise Silent flash Obliteration