You feeble maggots, today you will die
Crushed and torn apart on the streets you shall lie

No god can save you, there's no place to hide
No place to hide from the impending genocide

All that remains is torment and pain

No one will be spared in this onslaught
All shall be slaughtered by the advancing hordes

All that remains is torment and pain

The stench of burning flesh
The rivers of blood
The screams of the dying
Servants of feeble god

No god can save you, there's no place to hide
No place to hide from the impending genocide

All that remains is torment and pain