Fed to the Pigs

Gone, is, all reason

Pitch darkness drowns each season

Minds, fall, in despair

Stench of death filling the air

The pain surges swelling to release

Thoughts of mayhem flow so freely

Regard for life falls the way of apathy

Tearing souls apart, cursing divinity

Crimson dreams of what's to be

Torn to shreds, Food for the pigs

Rage will lead temptation

Pain begets salvation

Slaughter will set our demons free

Well fuck this world dead

When they find the steal penetrate the walls of their cold being

Eyes stare cold and lifeless, empty souls fall to their knees

No emotion in this wraith as the bodies rid of fluid

The pigs born of the flames below, consume all that is green

Death to all that cross, tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the pigs

Death to all that cross, tear out their beating heart, human gristle for the pigs

Fall of all humanity, the violent end that was foreseen

The coming in the form of human plague

Gone, is, all reason

Pitch darkness drowns each season

Minds, fall, in despair

Stench of death filling the air

Rage will lead temptation

Pain begets salvation

Slaughter will set our demons free

Well fuck this filthy world dead to

End to cleanse to cease the disease

Fall to hell mans fate will be

Rise will the beast a new dawn breeds

Seeds of hatred planted

Generations of bloodshed

Calling for a definitive end