Fleshcult

[chorus 1]

Sons of flesh - marching - feasting

On your blood

Lords of death - thirsting - greeding

For your soul

In the night - hunting - crawling

With sharp knives

Sacrifice - cutting - screaming

Mutilation

[chorus 2]

We are the fleshcult

Addicted to death

We are the legion

Of crawling flesh

[repeat chorus 1]

[repeat chorus 2]

On your knees

Hold out to die

Your heads will roll

Beheading day

We are the messengers of true belief

We are the death squad as you can see

Pray to the bloodsoul, breeding the dead

Feeding the demons without regret

We're forged in blood, we are damned in fire

We are the deathlord's great desire

Legions of hatred, guiding our ways

Thousands of souls that we have slain

[repeat chorus 2]

In the center of hate, we will arise

We cause havoc, pain and demise

We skinned souls and we are forced to kill

Through guts and gore we pursue our will

We returned from the dead to the living

Absorbing all what corpses are giving

No one can stop us, the death machinery

The legion is marching death to victory