Camping Horrors

Striving for the beauty of the mountains
In search for a warm and cozy place to sleep
We need to set up our camp before nightfall
To fortify ourselves against this cold

The shivers stem from these ancient ruins
That are buried in these hills since long
We need to feed and build up our strenght
We profit from our humble preparations

We are sleeping next to long forgotten spirits
We hope they are and that they will let us be
We only search for their magificient machine

Well equipped to serve our needs
The ancient horrors lurking in the dark
They were long forgotten but here we are
In search for this ancient lost technology

These beings used to ascend themselves
into what we call ghosts these days
They once realmed our generous planet
But they had long been thought extinct

We are sleeping next to long forgotten spirits
We hope they are and that they will let us be
We only search for their magificient machine

Our last encounter leaded to all out war
We hunt them down

Our last encounter leaded to all out war

We hunt them down
Even in their odd dimension

Brothers of the warmachine
Brothers of the warmachine
Brothers of the warmachine

We hunt them down
Even in their odd dimension
We are brothers of the
Holy warcrime machine

Holy warcrime machine
Holy warcrime machine