Masters Of War Lyrics - The Crusher - Amon Amarth

Strike! 

Fast and hard, show no mercy for these men 

The vermin of christ, prophets of lies and their disciples 

Seek them out, hunt them down 

Break their spirits, crush their hearts 

Not even death will set them free from this pain 

Charge! 

Ride them down as they flee from our steel 

Draw their blood, make them suffer 

Before they die by war-field sacrifice 

Wipe them out! Burn their homes and fields 

Feed the wolves with their offspring, annihilate them all! 

Masters of War, torment every soul 

Rape every whore that carries the cross 

Fire! 

Burn them all, burn them alive 

Send their souls to Deathqueen's hall 

To the land of cold burning flames 

Send them to the land of famine and despair 

Eternally they will starve and freeze