Hak-Ed Damm - Marea Morte

In this blood sea they drew the scorn. Upon a belching motion grown.
As feathered blade over. A well-veiled choir to reaper. Tides ov.
Bleaching poison bestows their gruesome addictions. As a stringent war-
cross to an instilled division.

Drenching figures in smoke. Steel-armored shattering iron. Blood-spills.
To tank shambles. Soaked humankind discipline.

HAILZ! From trails ov excrements to the great Barents sea.
HAILZ! Herdsman to the keep in the flesh ov the earth.
HAILZ! A dissolving solution by ravaging weapons fleet.
HAILZ! Shrill crumbled flora toward the great northern berth.

Convoys ov soldiers. Thwart. Germ warfare regime marches on. Concealing.
Elite groans. Warplanes shelling up zeppelin. Hassling ships to excess.
As quickly the stronghold prevails. Uniforms ov loathing wells.
A dictator baptism. REGIMENT!

Regiment increases assault. Hammering madly till heart quells. Scorched.
Fury triggers ov sin. Unquenchable whis purism. Resistance strong. Necks.
Weakened. Machine guns overstrained. This pounded stragglers melts. To.
This whole blood mud field. Plunders and flutters. Conceiving the mortars.
Seizing the rival's. Bedrocks blacken and pacifism. Lessens.
AS COLD AS THE GUNSHIP SINKS!