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