Poeme : Fire, Death And Blood

Burn, fire
That’s our desire
Let us acheive our desaster
Be our ultimate life taker

Death is our destiny
Satan’s so friendly
Evils we wish so much to be
Killing everything wihtout pity

Of course, hell isn’t fake
Heaven we’ve forsake
Evilish take we’ll make
Angels’ ass gonna fucking shake

Oh yeah, bad things are soo right
Until the end we will fight
There’s bloody fire in our sight
Hope I’m gonna die soon at night

This morning, the sun didn’t rose
And I think the unspected cause
Was that everyday, too many blood flows
Spreading the vain color of a redish rose…

byʁn, fiʁə
tatεs uʁ dəziʁə
lεt ys aʃεvə uʁ dəzaste
bə uʁ yltimatə lifə take

dəat is uʁ dεstini
satanεs so fʁjɛ̃dli
əvil wə wiʃ so myk to bə
kijiŋ əvəʁitiŋ witu piti

ɔf kuʁsə, εll isnte fakə
əavɛ̃ wəvə fɔʁsakə
əviliʃ takə wəεl εl makə
ɑ̃ʒεlsas ɡɔna fykiŋ ʃakə

ɔ iəa, bad tiŋz- aʁə su ʁajt
œ̃til tə εnd wə wij fiɡt
təʁəεs bludi fiʁə ɛ̃ uʁ siɡt
ɔpə iεm ɡɔna di sun a niɡt

ti mɔʁniŋ, tə sœ̃ didnte ʁozə
ɑ̃d i tɛ̃k tə œ̃spεktεd kozə
was ta əvəʁidε, tu mani blud flɔw
spʁəadiŋ tə vɛ̃ kɔlɔʁ ɔf a ʁədiʃ ʁozə…