Feedback, Blood, And Distortion

A burst of confusion rocks your mind

As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky

Endless rioting of the masses

as we heed Satan's call

as we fan the flames higher

and disintegrate you all.

The blood of the victims drench the walls

But every night they still fill the halls

Coming for the chaos to witness and partake

in the fight for their lives

and the wall of sonic hate.

Feedback, Blood, and Distortion

In the gutter we're fighting for our lives

Our metal weapons gleaming in the night

Your fate is in our hands

your funeral's just begun

as the weak are cast aside

and the soldiers are marching on

An overdose of death...