Slaughter For Salvation کے بول

Hold firm the fist, strike hard the head Drag a body out of recognition Summon an axe, smash and shred Release your anger, set free your agony A forsaken victim motionless and pale With eyes and mouth wide open Moon after sun, sun after moon… …A week and thrice… A pungent scent, decay and disgust A face edited from flesh to bone Unleash the animal within Grieved by hatred and despair Longing for vengeance Lusting for blood Backstabbed by existence Slowly turning to blue The bastard suffered his guilt A symbol of a corrupted society An idol for a blind cult of fools A murder for salvation To end a chapter of irrationality