Dischord - Ak-47 lyrics

Blackened Heart of Africa, Dry Continent of d**h Vermin Infested, Cesspool of Mutations Never Ending Chaos, Breeds the New Face of War Behold these Children, Playing with the Reaper As their Marching on to the Rhythms of the Dead Conscious-Free k**ing Disease, Devoid of all Emotions Zombies of Reality, Breathing Decaying Corpses Violent overthrow of Life, Vicious need to k** Victims of a Desperate Creed, Their Born and Bred To March along to the Rhythms of the Dead Point Blank, Terminate Squeeze the Trigger and Open Fire Survival of the Fit, In d**h we Trust Deliver us, AK-47 Like a pack of Wolves Their running through the night Hunting their prey Slaughtering their way This Vicious Horde from… Hell Extortion of their Innocence, Consuming their Vital Essence Enslaving our Creation, Man-made Abominations Harnessing their Fury, State of the Art of War Unleash the Plague to a Worldwide Epidemic As were Marching on to the Rhythms of the Dead Point Blank, Terminate Squeeze the Trigger and Open Fire Survival of the Fit, In d**h we Trust Deliver us, AK-47