Incandescent hate
Runs through our veins
Fell the power bursting in our eyes
Armed with metal, slaughtering begins
Blood is what we want now
Flesh, sliced and rotten
Visceras spreaded on the floor
Dismembered bodies, desfiguration
Ever ending blood'n hate
Fetid smell the old knife on the floor
Flesh explorers insatiable sanguinary
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