Album: Every Nerve Alive (2000)

Far East Aggressors


Demon, Demon to some angel to none, unholy
Blaspheme, the feeble cross with no remorse. the weakened
Coming, right into your face their is no one faster
Fighting, kick'n ass, we won't be last, the masters

Hail from the land, of the rising sun, far east aggressors
Cast down from heaven, we reign in hell, the harden warriors of steel
We are the servants, sworn to the black, we walk the path of the left
The hordes of chaos will steal your last breath, their is no escape

The storm raging, raging in our minds, rages forever
Never, we will never fail, we won't surrender
Thunder, from the skies you can't deny the power
Prowl'n, in the night its our witching hour

Metal, feel the firestorm its our desire
Burning, feeding on our hearts it fuels the fire
Chosen, from the east, forbidden beasts of chaos
Poser, we will crush its our evil lust for violence