They call me destruction
And fire it's all that i need
Nothing can give you salvation
You'll wish you were in hell
What is a mob for a king
What is a king for a god
I'll be your god from now on
Get down on your knees
Is it hard to see
When your guts are all over the ground?
Death summons me to do his filthy work
I have the power to rip out your life
I eradicate your rights of living on this side
Look at those streets
The crowd wants you to die
Give them what they want
Death is a good way to start
I'll take you down
You can look for help in my scythe
What is a mob for a king
What is a king for a god
I'll be your god from now on
Get down on your knees
Is it hard to see
When your guts are all over the ground?
Death summons me to do his filthy work
So when you die
You will burn in hell
A million souls screaming
Will push you to the ground
I was born to kill
Forged in infernal fire
You can't control your body
Flies lands on your rotten flesh
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