Rotting flesh upon your plate Weapons, siege, incorporate Damage to the manmade shade Victory is ours to take Conquering the simple lie Conquering the simple mind Praying to a so-called fate We create their judgment day Damage your mind Until you hold your head up high Until the sun falls from the sky As they suffer in their defeat
As the cancer starts to breathe Until the kingdom becomes your own Until the blood spills from your pores As the voices start to sing As the damage starts to breed Processing their lame excuse Torturing the self-induced Command your armies till you bleed Give the people what they need