Wicked, Vicious & Violent

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-fucked 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