Day of the Butcher

God damn your feeble existance

May your souls rot & burn in hell

God damn your feeble excuses

For the cause we know only to well

God help your innocent victims

You have pushed to one side on your way

And may mankind behold that your souls have been sold

And your minds have been all but decayed

You mock at the land you were born in

You scorn your own kinfolf till death

The people you claim your protecting

Repulse at the stench of your breath

But still you insist that your holy

And still you insist you must fight

Your medieval traits filled with vindictive hate

Will be slaughtered when brought to light

You torture our dignity pride & duration

As out from your holes you all leer

Like sewer rats entombed in the sewer of a nation

You guise your discomfort with fear

Smash the truth with mallets of hate

Burn the survivors before its too late

When the heat of corruption disperses

And the heat of naivete clears

The memory of dead & disabled

Will be nurtured with acidic tears

By the time you've got what you've wanted

And you've killed till your thirst has been

Who will remain who can suffer the pain

Of being lied to & verbally drenched

In the passing of time your resources

Will diminish till no one is left

Who'll be followed by the voice of corruption

And beleive that their lives are pre-set

And because you have shown us no mercy

None shall be shown in return

And the clothes you have worn will be clawed at & torn

From your backs till yousit up & learn