Ripe with the sickness
Vanity and Hell
Pointing claws in arrogance

Riot rising - Contemplation ends
Cast your eyes into the burning skies
Can you hear the funeral bells?

As you plough on towards Hell
Excommunicating everything in sight
In sickness and in Hell we stand

Beast of Bourbon - The Devil's hand
You have a dawn appointment with the gallows
"When you $#&@ed with us... An Army was born..."

Ice cold - Riot stare
Horns locked
And metal to the bone I swear

I don't want you here
You don't mean %#@! to me, No
I bite the hand that feeds me

Hah, I can't take it no more
I'm going straight to the core
Cry... Havoc

It's foaming at my mouth
Better run for your life
No more warnings, no more signs

Scream for retribution
This time I'm first in line
In sickness and in Hell

Primus - Denominator
Spitting bolts in tongues of fire
Enforcer - Eradicator

'Come drag you to the funeral pyre
It's quite a sight, we've come full circle
You have to kill me now to shut me now

Inflictor - Annihilator
You better check your pulse
You might be dead I the ground

Objective - Damnation
Objective - Dead ahead
Drunk on blood I smell your fear

The Blood-froth's in my veins
In sickness and in Hell