Текст песни The Duskfall - The Destroyer

Skulls piled on concrete, executions made with ease
Tombs filled with sickness, an invader who won't take heed
Evolving with a shotgun, launching killing spree
Unleashing death on mankind, excluding not a soul free

He won't be satisfied

A gallery of death art, primitive actions to be seen
Ceiling dripping from their blood, loves to watch them creep
Opened the gates of torture, he has found his way
Generations screaming for more, ripping trough the gateways

The destroyer

Skulls piled

The destroyer