Ruptured -

Children of the evil beast

Come along to have a feast

Hand over your life

On a plate to the beast

Drain your blood

And bring the sacrifice

Save yourself the pain

To be gutted still alive

Humans turned to monsters

Staking like vultures, what a fucking stench

Blood of the wicked will paint this goddamn town

To live will be just one fucking spree

Lost control of your life — they say

By the time you feel collected you’ll be lying on the floor

Drain the blood from the corpse — burnt flesh

Sinners will be buried by the numbers deep below

Broken back and then sliced — ruptured

Mutilated body to be hanging on the door

Rip the spine of the dead — break free

Body turned to cadaver collect the blood to feed the beast

Harvest of body parts

Sickest shit to see alive

Bloody gore, eat the weak

Human race been marked for death

Scatter the human flesh

Separate the bloody head

Leave the dead to rot in wait

Human race been marked for death