In Sickness And In Hell-Nocturnal Breed

Ripe with the sickness Vanity and Hell Pointing claws in arrogance Riot rising - Contemplation ends Cast your eyes into the burning skies Can you hear the funeral bells? As you plough on towards Hell Excommunicating everything in sight In sickness and in Hell we stand Beast of Bourbon - The Devil＇s hand You have a dawn appointment with the gallows ＂When you f**ked with us... An Army was born...＂ Ice cold - Riot stare Horns locked And metal to the bone I swear I don＇t want you here You don＇t mean sh*t to me, No I bite the hand that feeds me Hah, I can＇t take it no more I＇m going straight to the core Cry... Havoc It＇s foaming at my mouth Better run for your life No more warnings, no more signs Scream for retribution This time I＇m first in line In sickness and in Hell Primus - Denominator Spitting bolts in tongues of fire Enforcer - Eradicator ＇Come drag you to the funeral pyre It＇s quite a sight, we＇ve come full circle You have to kill me now to shut me now Inflictor - Annihilator You better check your pulse You might be dead I the ground Objective - Damnation Objective - Dead ahead Drunk on blood I smell your fear The Blood-froth＇s in my veins In sickness and in Hell