An island of death in the madness of life Where the bodies are left to decay Smelling the stench of the rotting of flesh All the victims are left with their prey Weeping wounds lunatics Bodies burn like candlesticks Screaming tongues wounded pride Deadman walk among all those Among all those who died The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry A licence to kill in a temple of doom Where the preachers all beg for their lives A symptom of hate & a merciful fate Where the preacher of evil survives Weeping wounds lunatics Bodies burn like candlesticks Screaming tongues wounded pride Deadman walk among all those Among all those who died The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry Picking up the pieces Fighting for another day Decimate the Cristians Celebrate their holiday Taking all the pleasure Taking all the pain away Kiling all the enemy This will be the price you pay The taste of revenge & the smell of success As you bury the lives of the dead The island of death In the madness of life Are the dreams that you live in your head Bodies burn like candlesticks Screaming tongues wounded pride Deadman walk among all those Among all those who died The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry The blood of my enemies No need for sympathy The blood of my enemies Call in the infantry