Learning the rules of the games Living in a prehistoric weather Armed...Cold weapons in hand Charged...mangled corps on the land The bestials contortions on the prey Makes me lust to kill'em all everyday Midway through life, midway to death The nomad soldiers fight for the best
Feel the chill by the polar race Make the word a disaffected place
Raise the chase, Face to face
Raise the chase, face to face The dirty desperado go's back Nail stone fall and fall again
Prisioners of ice wheeze in a sultry weather This is the fate of frozen agressors...
They're the barbaric butchers Crushing all 'til nothing stands They're gonna shoot you in the back