Instrumental
[music - Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] My temple subjected to third world rigors Mites, lice, and chiggers FA¦cal particulates undermining hygeine
illaqueated Deigned as pabulation, impinguated Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled Flagitations have all failed Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
Impaler Master of the pike Blasphemer Of all human life Blood-letter Drinker of gods wine Torturer Of body and mind Impaler Impaler No need for the grave
Blood is life! I want blood of virgins for my glory... Power and life I was a fighter of god in his crusades But god have caused the death of my bride
Blood sprays the landscapes again As we lauch full-scale attack This has been going on too long Your existence is a joke Assault and destroy all the
Jesus Christ, who is he? Why do you believe such a shit? Jesus Christ, who is he? Why do you believe such a shit? Aren't they the morbid tales? Believers
They are breeding like rats Those disease ridden cockroaches Two thousand years of parasites This means total war, we will fight till death! Behold!
I fuck your girlfriends yet you worship me I am a ruthless bastard, a total s.o.b. I have broken up lots of families It doesn't matter, I have no conscience
platoon: (Kill for Satan, he wants blood, He is god, he is god) Millions of bodies lying on sand I have slaughtered and impaled them Hear the hymn now
The pillory infernal toy What a shame and a joy chorus: Nothing can beat this infernal joy When i am playing with satan's toy Nothing can beat this feeling
Oh woe to the lamb of god These are your last days Feel the burning hatred, feel the pain Your destruction is imminent Resistance is futile, you die
Ich frage dich Was ist dreck Was ist reine scheisse Ich sage dir Der untermensch Ein aussterbender kreis 1, 2, 3... arbeit macht frei 4, 5, 6... zum kotzen
We are the wolves who are starved close to dying, clinging to life for our urges to kill We prey on the weak and we listen for crying This is the closest
I'm going to cut you open like a fucking pig, peel away the flesh and drain out your veins. This time you will not forget the images of those you have
We are the wolves who starve close to dying, clinging to life for our actions to kill. Prey on the weak and we listen for crying. This is the closest
Place the hand on its throat Feel the fragile windpipe Slowly tighten your grip Watch closely its eyes When they are rolling over Then release your grip
Nation under attack, tanks rolling the streets Fire eats everything as mother Europe weeps Bravery, loyalty, stigmatized For those you have fallen Bravery