Storm the keep you bastard creeps just like I told you to do
Stack these heaps of smoking sheep before they do the same to you
Shed their skin, smash their shrines, stamp them into fine wine
So we can savor something sweet when we drink and dine
Down comes the acid rain
It pours and pours but we won't go away
A piercing hail from their bows and slings
It stings and stings but I love the way they sing
The dregs of men clutch rusty blades
These toothless grins can not be saved
Either I die by the sword or I melt in the rain
But al hack slash and tear to the end of my days
I cut through these striplings with starling ease
As my blade drinks the red and I bask in their screams
The stink of the battle a cadaver parade
Disembowel and devour with no shame
Down comes the acid rain
It pours and pours but we won't go away
A piercing hail from their bows and slings
It stings and stings but I love the way they sing
PRAISE GOD
HAIL THE KING
TAKE UP ARMS FOR COUNTRY
GIVE ME RAGE
GIVE ME STEEL
A FACE FULL OF DIRT FOR YOUR FINAL MEAL
I yank my grey water-filled boots up again and again from the flat desecrated earth I’ve been trudging through for days on end
Every sunken yearning face around me carries the same sad look of desolation
Beardless boys and anointed knights all bake the same under this dead sun
Stewing here within this festering sore of a camp, the throbbing veins in my aching head beat against the merciless walls of my visor for release. My mind is awash in the blinding light of next conquest’s plunder. And I march.
The punk legends return with their first studio album in 35 years, featuring reworked fan favorites as well as all-new material. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2020