The dead will rise
Millions of mighty warriors
From down under
Will gather to one battle field.
Oh…The smell of blood in the
The hell is unleashed
Victims screaming to death
No savior appears.
The dark lord is to be seen
The judgment is ready to be given
He opens his mouth and speaks
The voice reminds
The scream of the mother
When you were born.
Every thing will be perished
You will Die
N-ko-ra Returns
Writes to
Spontaneous-Combustion
From Srilanka
