Letra de Bloodlines

Ignorant, arrogant, petulant
Cultural ruination, social chaos universal law
Sick parts of a sick thing
Come all and bear witness
Instinct breeds the butcher
There is a war, it's a machine
It must run in the truest form of blood
Kill in the name of divine love
All cut from the same bloodied cloth
Arms wrapped tight around the beast
Binge of endless violence
From the cities to the sands
Death rules over all
There is a war, it's a machine
It must run in the truest form of blood
Bloodlines
Bloodlines
Bloodlines
Bloodlines