ENDSTILLE - Operation Wintersturm

Mute Their Ways

We are of one 
From the ugliest exil we rise 
Received to lance our enemies 
Sadistic rapture 

We crack the whips of god 
And carrying the dead gene 
Into the world of light 
Remaining the emptyness 

Mute their ways 
Carrying their faith 
The faithful and their death 
Now untited (forever) 

We are the summoned 
In request for darkness 
Let us be gods 
Since the creator failed 

Locked in a spiral of time 
We lost our lives 
Now summoned 
The undead force