Walking through the fields of the dead and dying bodies.
The old men impaled by spears watch their murdered wives
Who push their children to their bloody breasts.
You women are lying and waiting to die
As their stomachs have been sliced open
After they had filled the needs of the demons sexual pleasures.

Some scream half burned,
Praying their feeble god that they would finally be killed.
Brains have splattered to the ground next to the severed limbs.

Compiling bones for their gods.
Structures made of human cadavers.
Genitals used as ornaments.
-They build their temple

Coward - Alive, he's hiding - Prick - He's Condemned

Walking through the fields of the dead and dying bodies.
The old men impaled by spears watch their murdered wives
Who push their children to their bloody breasts.