nocturnal breed – wicked, vicious & violent lyrics
into the scablands
to the end and to your death
there’s something evil in these hills
hiding in corpse-chariots
into the winter desert-h-ll
as spoils of war – the butchers’ bill
the mortuary wagons stops
bloodletting time is here
tied-up neck to heels
dragged off by your hair
into the charnel house we go
steadfast – with vicious speed
nailed onto a wooden cross
hung from the walls to bleed
one by one – stretched out on a butchers block
with a ripping sound – like tearing meat
the scalped hide comes off
as bait on hook – skull-f-cked to death
they’re carving flesh from bone
dejointed – limb by limb
as pigs they feast with rabid moans
wicked… vicious and violent
for 7 times 7 nights
they ate away our flesh
flesh-meister’s funeral feast
rawhide and ravenous death
sliced and diced and cleaved in two
a master piece of meat
mouth and eyes sewn shut with wire
upon the table of h-ll you reek
picked clean of skin and meat
the flesh-hooks pin you down
licking corpse-grey lips
as bone saws grind with cracking sounds
festering and flayed alive
in prolonged agony
as you smell your own flesh cooking
cramped in terror – viciously
an all enclosing wickedness
the savage in their core
cannibal – flesh-ripper crawl
the scavengers of war
are you wicked?
d-mned in the desert-foothills
meat hooks lick your flesh
as they’re ripping out your tongue
with rusty needles – black as death
flayed and chained and ripped to shreds
skin peels from yellow bones
cannibalistic-evil calls
the s-d-st in our soul
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