Aggressor (Pol)
Weapon
The blackest visions The greatest lies The worst deeds The meanest thoughts Perverse demands Are desires of the greatest So stay awake and be ready to face The worst of the worst Hold weapon in your hands- Weapon of the aggressor The tribe of the father of darkness Is winning the battle For souls of the most hatred They flooded with a stream The nooks of our lives They rose the foulness to the essence Pushed poverty to valleys Created themselves to draw The strengths from their mastery
From Letras Mania