Blood Of My Enemies - Mortal Sin

An island of death in the madness of life

Where the bodies are left to decay

Smelling the stench of the rotting flesh

All the victims are left with their prey

Weeping wounds lunatics

Bodies burn like candlesticks

Screaming tongues wounded pride

Dead man walk among all those

Among all those who died

The blood of my enemies

No need for sympathy

The blood of my enemies

Call in the infantry

A license to kill in a temple of doom

Where the preachers all beg for their lives

A symptom of hate and a merciful fate

Where the preacher of evil survives

Weeping wounds lunatics

Bodies burn like candlesticks

Screaming tongues wounded pride

Dead man walk among all those

Among all those who died

The blood of my enemies

No need for sympathy

The blood of my enemies

Call in the infantry

Picking up the pieces

Fighting for another day

Decimate the Christians

Celebrate their holiday

Taking all the pleasure

Taking all the pain away

Killing all the enemy

This will be the price you pay

The taste of revenge & the smell of success

As you bury the lives of the dead

The island of death in the madness of life

Are the dreams that you live in your head

Weeping wounds lunatics

Bodies burn like candlesticks

Screaming tongues wounded pride

Dead man walk among all those

Among all those who died

The blood of my enemies

No need for sympathy

The blood of my enemies

Call in the infantry