Lyrics: For Four

My motivations,
just one of four.
We’re coming, to kill you
Our Inspirations,
have been foretold
We’re coming, to kill you
Horrific vision,
Screaming cacophony
We’re coming, to kill you

Death feels good,
conquest feels great
and famine, he’s fine,
and war is hell

When our blood is warm,
we’re coming home
when the day is night,
you’ll hear our names
When your blood is cold,
the hour has past
If you say we’re evil,
I guess we are