Internal feel of regicide
Increase the thought of genocide
To rip the flesh of ones remains
Is giving birth to hellish pains
The pantheon where you will lie
Is watched upon by satan's eye
The immolation you have witnessed is real

Incinerating beast of prey
Enbalming victims to their grave
Desroying at the sight of life
The slaughter house has come to life
Annihilate the ones you hate
Disperse them to the seven gates
Retribution execution
Bane death

Punitory ways, inflicting lethal pain
Decimate the weak, hommicidal shame
The plague pit that we live, has risen to forgive
Fusillade for fun, the bloodbath has begun

Mourning souls of sin, have taken death within
Slaughterous remains, lie rotting on the plains
Carnage and relics, speading epidemic malice
Earth is now a catacomb of pure flesh