Northern Stomp

On a marked path Heading straight for the depths of hell There will be no mercy When I drag you with me along the way You wish to see me suffer I won't give you that pleasure I was born from war hunger Punishment for my will We're all a dying breed You wish to see me suffer I won't give you that pleasure I was born from war hunger Punishment for my will We're all a dying breed We're better off dead Dead Dead Dead