Warborn Lyrics
Get the embed code Ionic Bond - Compilation Album Lyrics1.Amavashya Lore2.Crush The Iron Dome3.Inis Mona (Tribute to Eleveitie)4.My Cyborg Mind5.Searchlight Kill6.The Judgement Machine7.The Lake Ran Red8.Victory Song9.Warborn Rhymes10.We are the ForeverIonic Bond Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.comNote: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Transport tycoon games. This is just a preview!
Unreal tournament goty downloads. Maps with special rules like the Morpheus map can change the normal gameplay you're used to. Morpheus turns down gravity and lets you jump impossible distances to perform flying kills.Deathmatch, Domination, and Capture the FlagSeveral scenario modes let you experience all different types of gameplay.
And screaming on the battlefield born
Reared on the teat of my dear mother war
Hardened to stone through abuse
Mocked, beaten and scorned
A bayonet severed umbilical cord
The wind sings its sad lullaby
Through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine
With the flames as my grave
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me
I will walk with you again
This my demented playground
The horizon is howling ablaze
The skeletal village illuminates the sky
As fire destroys their grains
With glee I rape and torture
My pleasure is inflicting painWith a vigor unholy, I'll fight to my doom
'Til I've vanquished the Christian God's ways
Sure it must be such a different world
To which those on the outside exist
At least I know who loves me here
No delusions, all weakness dismissed
This era of inhuman tragedy
To be ushered by my iron hand
The ovens bellowed to crematory highs
To dispose of the God-fearing man
The wind sings its sad lullaby
Through a blackened and hollow ribcage
I'm to die in battle divine
With the flames as my grave
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me
I will walk with you again
Warborn Letra: Amidst a swirling din of smoke and, screaming on the battlefield, born reared on the teat of my dear mother war. Hardened to stone through abuse, mocked, beaten, and scorned a bayonet severed umbilical cord. The wind sings its sad lullab.