blood and feast upon their flesh Time to break cause you'll never take this Lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess Feasting on the blood of
vain The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand Roaring fires, strumming lyrics Clean the blood stain from you Blade before coming in Enter the massive feasting
Anal penetration Shincter muscle split Tender shredded rectum Makes it hard to sit The tissue from your buttocks Ripped from the bone Shit oozes from
miles between you and me. If I could reach you, you know I would. I am right here waiting for you to make your move. The blood is burning, the waters
we bite and when i get your blood i rip your throat your blood i rip your throat i want your blood, i rip your throat to drink some blood we bite, we
see me come around Bossman! Don't take bad man fi clown Bossman! Glack we move yuh head crown Bossman! Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown Bossman! Bad
human flesh lead by vampiric hunger i will to feast upon the bones of the meek the marrow of my enemies lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
more comes we shall arise we are the sickness, the stench of the deceased your father's secret shame our violent wrath shall be unleashed we feast on blood
i relish the last look in your eyes as i'm blissfully showered in blood i shake with violent rapture as i gaze at my delicious feast i cannot stop my
: Fire! It's a holocaust coming from the East, A great angry bird, spreading its word, And we're gonna be its feast, The sky will be red and the ground
begin to spill Revealing the foreseen abscess of life Her esophagous, scabbed, and now Beginning to fill The lacerations from my blood-soaked knife Gorging
: "What do I do next?" said the bishop to the priest, "I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say Jerusalem has fallen
: Blood is my life Blood is the road Every time I have to write another hate song This is the last great hate song Scorned is this life Scarred is my
to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is dry blood
Staring at me from the tv Tower, I want roses in My garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood
to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood
for her, The corps lays breathless. Low and behold there's probably nothing left Incisions made into her chest, from hatred stored inside. It feasts upon the vile blood
of all things alive War is all we know The humans must feast on their gods We know it fucking blows Hatred is a seed that's easy to sow Buckets of blood