Gutted - When The Gods Are Not Creating lyrics

Spirits of the abyss Gathered together Lust for human flesh Nothing will remain Crawling around the sinners Turn them inside out Icy storm in their eyes From the centuries they will rise Gods of the ancient grounds They will dominate Hunger for blood Blood of the weak Hunger for flesh Flesh of the weak Taste the worst of us Feel the worst of us Humans will serve they need and lust They'll bring doom upon us Blood of our ground spills around Empty bodies will roam alone The creatures of the dark Eating up all the light Kings of the underworld Wipe us out, all of us Reach what's behind our mind Touch what's behind our mind Swallow what's behind our mind Destroy what's behind our mind At the gates of their world Gutted souls lying around Rotting away on the dark, Abandoned, plundered ground Pain and misery released Fall of the weak is near Slavery, enslavement Brought by the ancient onws Feasting - On their blood k**ing - Their breed Endless lake of the dead Reflects on their faces Driving the human herd Into the valley of pain