Album  by:  Riders  Of  The  Apocalypse

Artist  by:  Demonoid

Warbirds,  fills  the  skies  (and)

release  their  seeds  of  anger

Millions  on  the  march,

when  east  and  west  collide

Fatal  genocides  invoke  the  global  terror

No  man  can  deny  all  sides  share  the  guilt

The  smoke  fills  the  skies

this  incense  of  war

No  one  can  deny

what  gods  we  adore

Rage  and  fury

millions  flee  outcome  doesn＇t  matter

gods  of  war  in  worship

we  plant  your  seeds  of  hate

Murder,  slaughter,  millions  raped

eastern  works  of  terror

＇Death  and  Glory＇  myth＇s  revealed

honour  and  pride  breeds  hate

Wargods,  hear  us  pray

glory  to  the  brave

millions  sacrificed

praise  the  church  of  war

preachers,  of  the  faith  calling  for  the  mass

begin  ceremony,  our  sacraments  are  blood

Wargods!

We  practice  what  you  preach!

Wargods!

Waaar!

Wargods!

We  practice  what  you  preach!

Wargods!

Waaar!

The  Bloodred  Sky＇s  reflecting  our  rage

Dominion  of  terror  prevail

Insanity  has  ravaged  our  minds

Attempting  to  slaughter  mankind

The  memory  haunting  the  survivors...

a  morbid  vision  to  bare  in  mind

A  field  covered  with  bodies,  loose  limbs  and  pools  of  blood,

The  stench  of  death  being  too  much  even  for  the  vultures.

The  smoke  fills  the  skies

this  incense  of  war

No  one  can  deny

what  gods  we  adore