Release the Flies

Mount up

Rip torn

Launch beast

Reborn

TORTURE, release the flies.

Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore's thighs.

My wrath hasÿ emerged from it's bottomless pit.

Unto a world drowning in shit.

And you are it.

TORTURE, release the flies.

Your dogma's the sheen of a dying man's eyes.

A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding.

The maggot awaits with your corpse I'm feeding.