to extinction the hunter now the hunted you become the prey for us all you become the prey for us all for we are the icons of evil
for the kill onrush of hate...begin the cleansing of their will repulsed of your former life true self-worth abandoned become the icon of failure
untouched by grace fallen are the messengers hymns of the profane unheard by the pious revere the inverted hypocrite as we breed to the sound of the hammering
extinction the hunter now the hunted you become the prey for us all you become the prey for us all for we are the icons of evil
in for the kill onrush of hate...begin the cleansing of their will repulsed of your former life true self-worth abandoned become the icon of failure the
: [Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] untouched by grace fallen are the messengers hymns of the profane unheard by the pious revere the inverted hypocrite
: [Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] unleash the sickness... infecting the soul which will now depart unearth the forsaken...dimming the glare of eternal
the land of the vanquished... the trail of blood will flood this sanctity underneath the lining of their words... comes the true blood of evil reborn
: In the darkness, they will gather Conjuring the one Burning candles, incantations Human sacrifice Getting drunk from blood, not wine Pointy daggers
: [Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] hail to the fallen ones praise our fallen ones they walked with the darkness they lived through pain and suffering
: [Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] nihilistic conquest... ravish your belief in god heaps of carnage... march through the path of scattered remnants
: [instrumental]
: [Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] prepare the coming of shrapnel embedded flesh the new communion tomorrow is the dawning of the age of ammunition
[Music - Lazaro / Lyrics - Suzuki] unleash the sickness... infecting the soul which will now depart unearth the forsaken...dimming the glare of eternal
In the darkness, they will gather Conjuring the one Burning candles, incantations Human sacrifice Getting drunk from blood, not wine Pointy daggers
