Wicked, Vicious & Violent-Nocturnal Breed

Wicked, Vicious & Violent - Nocturnal Breed 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-Hell 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-*****ed 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 Hell 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? Damned 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 sadist in our soul