The wretched souls of the incest
Find there ways back home
But they will never know

What is in store

They will find there way back home

Just to find there families dead
Finding blood that has run dry
They decide

Where they will die
Grip this tight and don't let go
Soon you will know

Soon it will show
They don't belong


Feast on the wicked
They will go to hell anyway
They don't give a $#&@

For their blood runs black
They show everyday more slack


Point the gun to your head[2]
Pull the $#&@ing trigger


Let them decide their death
We will get the privlage to rip the skin from their bones
Just watch

Their flesh will melt beneath the masses
They lay
Dry

Blood soaked
Just one hour
Just one hour

Left till their death

Show no mercy