Raze everything that stands! Infected Earth Shall bring the cure to their dying kind - The marching tonns of hate!
Rotting, gorging sweaty meat Crawling to it's victim in insanity Retarded, deceptive sluggishness Specious immobility Slowly accellerating In direction of the putrid sore
They dare to believe Let the messenger fall! There is no more dignity Crying for mercy They watch their towers fall
Buried under corpses Meat and stones are all that's left