To Be Rid of the Weak کے بول

Rise my children, come alive and thrive Your times been etched in the dial Echo your screams in the prisoners dreams Incarnate of filth, flesh and sin Killing to keep the blood pure as the night Genocide is carved on the walls Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law Watch as inferiors succumb and fall Take your pick, gas or guns But always remember degredation Sane or sick, just for fun Getting off on killings elation Tossed to flame, watch them burn Filthy fucking maggots sizzle twitch and squirm Curse our name, just wait your turn You'll all get your time to feel the burn of death Damned as a people, their race will be gone We have no place for the weak Down with their writing and theire notions so wrong The wrath of god is no match, for the hell I wreak Killing to keep the blood pure as the night Genocide is smeared on the walls Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law Watch as inferiors succumb and fall