Triumph Of The Grotesque lyrics

Hammer strike driven by hatred Through their doomed collective skull An unprejudiced assault on humans This sick tower of life will collapse War grind this pit into a chasm There's plenty of beauty to burn Merely dust in a waste gate Buried by the sands of time The embers of the grotesque Riddle an obsidian malice Onward plight in a mirrored abyss Unveiled by the soul's eclipse Impalement with rusted nails Through razor scarred wrists Ritual pain infliction In a tortured parody of crucifixion Wreaking open wounds that forever Bleed into the seas of woe Satiate the growing death lust Let decades of flames and anguish pass And the blood drenched children of god Lay beneath the sands of time.