Barbaric Proclivity Lyrics

War
The faint sound of doom creeps closer
Mist over the mountains, death
We'll push them
We'll push them
We'll push them, into their graves
Cavernous ground, smash a window to hell
Your race has withered, your spirit crushed
No love left, no emotion, barely anything
Beaten

Pain is welcome, to feel anything at all
A landscape of utter despair
We'll push them
We'll push them
We'll push them, into their graves
We hear your helpless cries
We hope your race dies
Only hope
Quick demise
Silent flash
Obliteration