Two minutes till lunch
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up, look, look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man does not have his hands up...
The free world has got you jazzed up,
now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
One, two, three and to the four,
one pac, two pac, three pac, four
four pac, three pac, two pac, one
your pac, he's pac, you're pac, none...
This guy ain't no motherfucking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fucking
Cadavers
Strorming the gates of hell
Christ carnage
Warlords lead you the death
With a frenzy in their eyes
It's a chaos in your realm
You attack my world endlessly
But I'm crushing your skull and your neck
Die!!!
The messenger of death, he's fallen from the skies
The signs of terror, arrival of the lord of flies
Chopping like a mill, dismember the skull from your neck
Hacking around me, the earth is water'd with blood
The last holocaust, begins with the final attack
War, blood flows like a stream into the sea
Countless bodies
Cover the earth
Nocturnal wars
Balance the sign of the cross
Christ carnage christ carnage!!!