Cyberian Dance-Naumachia

Black red eys The dark pours out from the scars With his invitation to the bloodthirsty dance The psychoclown shievers in the delirious trance Everything that belongs to you - dead All things that you have - bad The machine behind you tries to cut off your head The flames of agnnazazar aim to shot you dead. You haven' t escaped and stayed to fight What do you recon? Who will be the winner tonight? You take up your sword and start to fight. Slaying the losers- you strenghtended your might! Call on your brothers to help you survive' hance You' ve got onto the track of terminator' s dance. When the right time comes, on mighty my sing, Follow me to chase enemies: mine and thine Pay evil for evil, give no one a chance. As the psychoclown didn' t in his cyberian dance. The scriming laughter comes from the coffin' s creak, The terminator' s black mouth releases the army of the sick. You- the last man on earth! Dripping with blood, reeking of Putrefaction Watch out for the sing if you wanna be the soldier of Destruction ! ! !