1. CURSE FROM THE EAST

The rats of sand
Eating culture
They are murders of our kind

A dirty lie grows in my heart
That's why I am son of Satan

Let them live in shit and stink
Our blood is full with wolves
This is how we fight with whores
Mirrors can help you to see his horns

The time has come to kill those rats
My ancestors will be proud
The time has come to kill those rats
My ancestors will be proud

The rats of sand
Eating culture
They are murders of our kind

A dirty lie grows in my heart
That's why I am son of Satan

Lucifer, our own father,
Give me power to burn those rats
Lucifer, our own father,
Give me power to burn those rats

Save your prayers, I don't need them
I'm already involded with blood

Deserted lands
Humanity
Empty words can't save you from me

The rats of sand
Eating culture
They are murders of our kind

A dirty lie grows in my heart
That's why I am son of Satan