Mutilate, strip the bodies flesh, now beg.
Look into my eyes and pray.
I am the creator of your grave.
Flames are burning through. The skulls we'll crush once more.
d**h awakens you. Tonight we k** for gore.
Ma**es are burned alive. The bodies rot to dust.
Feasting on your limbs, with the stench of sh**.
You're a f**ing waste of life. I've come to k**.
Faces putrefy. The dead have risen back to life.
We rip the flesh. They torture through the light.
Blood will spill. Streets fill black with the darkest nights, to k**.
They cleanse the good to spill their guts.
Gore is what we k**ed them for.