Asphyx

Moving forward, driven by speed
This instrument is made by hardened steel
Its goal is to crush with a fiendish power
Remorse is a term abolished for ages
The tracks are revelling in soil and flesh
When its mouth roars, it?s spreading lead
Destruction, pain, sorrow and death
Complete is the diabolical pact
Stare into the eyes of chaos
Initiation by fire, giving birth to terror
Kill after kill, ornaments to adjust
Silver skulls, grateful as they laugh
Building up an intense speed
Wastelands made of blood and flesh
Opposing the black beast has no chance