Jackals - Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

Bloody eyes, new warning signs

New meaning to the ride or die

And now I know that we aren’t going home

Bathed in ash, baptized in rubble

Raised out of unnatural trouble

If I can’t stay here, where do I go?

Wrap the chains around their throats

Pull the trigger and sink the boats

If they make it to the shore

Don’t hesitate just kill 'em all

Burn them all like sickened cattle

And leave nothing for the jackals