Butchered, the headless gutted dead lay upon the ground and fire, the only thing scorching silence all around inverted crosses of territories marking blood fields for the hunt where lifeless limbs lie in bile filled pits and corpses are emptied of guts (chorus) the forces of a purest rage incinerate the skies with plague to cleave and tear the flesh of man a butcherer on blood stained land serrated razors cutting in the genocidal feasts of sin the grand dismemberer is now fueled to begin lifeless, the human corpses have been ground into a mush the bleeding, deboned and impaled thier skulls are crushed the last that are left are hung from broken necks suspened til they die and the clouds at last are smoldering ash mere embers in the sky no one lives to see the end they're all reduced to meat the machines sent to dismember mark the necrogenesis complete