Death Came As a Friend to Them - Those Who Bring the Torture

Eaten by the dead

Rotting teeth gnawing on their heads

Devoured in parts but then awoken

To slothfully drone again

Infested by the undead

Groping fingers inside their bowels

Chewed on and spat out

And then doomed to their killers fate

They would have thanked us

For that bullet in their brains

They would have kneeled

To receive redemption

Eaten by the dead

Rotting teeth gnawing on their heads

Devoured in parts but then awoken

To slothfully drone again

Infested by the undead

Groping fingers inside their bowels

Chewed on and spat out

And then doomed to their killers fate

They would have thanked us

For that bullet in their brains

They would have knelled

To receive redemption

Death came as a friend to them

No more stumbling frothing phlegm

Death came as a friend to them

Delivered through a bullet rain