Driven on instinct and the will to survive, heading for doomsday, the axe and the knife
Keep swinging and stabbing, whatever
suits best, the blood on my hands, the hole in your chest
A penance for sinners, the thrill of the kill I feed on their screams and
the blood I have spilled
The martyrs are lined up, the beauty of death
Tonight on display, desert sands of red
All the
cleansing fires, of a thousand funeral pyres
We celebrate your birth on this open grave called earth
The spineless, the
worthless, I conquer them all, my hunger for power is consuming me whole
The spineless, the worthless, I conquer them all, my hunger
for power is consuming me whole