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We’re riding the reaper

Assassinate the weak, the freaks

We are the mighty soul’s takers

Screams of pain your destiny

Fill your veins with leprosy

We will drain your clemency - we are the vectors

Down to this kingdom of dread we’re dance with the dead

In this sea of red we lead the bloodshed

Don’t fuck with me with your vanity

All you can see is our bestiality

Can you feel the rush?

Can you feel the rush?

Can you feel the rush?

Find a place to take a rest before the coming storm

This is not a test bruises are the new norm

War on the fields – the fields of the beast

Take your human shields- we’re unleashing the feast

We are the fury – the vectors

We’re judge and the jury – the rectors

No surrender – no defeat

We are the vector – of dead meats

Rise – set your booze to the skies

Exterminate the wise don’t relies on hollow surmises

We have no disguise your smile we despise

Believe in us guys – our rage is oversize

Find a place to take a rest before the coming storm

This is not a test bruises are the new norm

War on the fields – the fields of the beast

Take your human shields- we’re unleashing the feast

Melt as one

No one can divide us – no one

We’re the horde

Thrashers to the core – to the core