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Fed to the Pigs

Gone, is, all reason

Pitch darkness

drowns each season

Minds, fall, in despair

Stench of death filling the

air

The pain surges swelling to release

Thoughts of mayhem flow so

freely

Regard for life falls the way of apathy

Tearing souls apart, cursing

divinity

Crimson dreams of what’s to be

Torn to shreds, Food for the

pigs

Rage will lead temptation

Pain begets salvation

Slaughter will set

our demons free

We’ll fuck this world dead

When they find the steal penetrate

the walls of their cold being

Eyes stare cold and lifeless, empty souls fall

to their knees

No emotion in this wraith as the bodies rid of fluid

The pigs

born of the flames below, consume all that is green

Death to all that cross,

tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the pigs

Death to all that

cross, tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the pigs

Fall of all

humanity, the violent end that was foreseen

The coming in the form of human

plague

Gone, is, all reason

Pitch darkness drowns each day

Minds, fall, in

despair

Stench of death filling the air

Rage will lead temptation

Pain

begets salvation

Slaughter will set our demons free

We’ll fuck this filthy

world dead to

End to cleanse to cease the disease

Fall to hell man’s fate

will be

Rise will the beast a new dawn breeds

Seeds of hatred

planted

Generations of bloodshed

Calling for a definitive end