Text: Demonoid. Wargods.
War birds, fills the skies
Release their seeds of anger
Millions on the march
When East and West collide
Fatal genocides
Invoke the global terror
No man can deny
All sides share the guilt
The smoke fills the skies
This incense of war
No one can deny
What gods we adore
Rage and fury, millions flee
Outcome doesn't matter
Gods of war in worship
We plant your seeds of hate
Murder, slaughter, millions raped
Eastern works of terror
Death and glory, myth's revealed
Honor and pride breeds hate
Wargods, hear us pray
Glory to the brave
Millions sacrificed
Praise the church of war
Preachers of the faith
Calling for their mass
Begin ceremony
Our sacraments are blood
Wargods, we practice what you preach
Wargods, war
Wargods, we practice what you preach
Wargods, war
The blood red sky reflecting our rage
Dominion of terror prevail
Insanity has ravaged our minds
Attempting to slaughter mankind
The memory haunting the survivors
A morbid vision to bare in mind
A field covered with bodies
Loose limbs and pools of blood
The stench of death being too much for the vultures
The smoke fills the skies
This incense of war
No one can deny
What gods we adore
Release their seeds of anger
Millions on the march
When East and West collide
Fatal genocides
Invoke the global terror
No man can deny
All sides share the guilt
The smoke fills the skies
This incense of war
No one can deny
What gods we adore
Rage and fury, millions flee
Outcome doesn't matter
Gods of war in worship
We plant your seeds of hate
Murder, slaughter, millions raped
Eastern works of terror
Death and glory, myth's revealed
Honor and pride breeds hate
Wargods, hear us pray
Glory to the brave
Millions sacrificed
Praise the church of war
Preachers of the faith
Calling for their mass
Begin ceremony
Our sacraments are blood
Wargods, we practice what you preach
Wargods, war
Wargods, we practice what you preach
Wargods, war
The blood red sky reflecting our rage
Dominion of terror prevail
Insanity has ravaged our minds
Attempting to slaughter mankind
The memory haunting the survivors
A morbid vision to bare in mind
A field covered with bodies
Loose limbs and pools of blood
The stench of death being too much for the vultures
The smoke fills the skies
This incense of war
No one can deny
What gods we adore
Demonoid