Fed to the wolves

Terminally sick

Drowned in mud

Blood-spit hit

Wasted reminiscent

War-driven moron

Time has taken

A heavy toll on



CHORUS:

Superstitious terror

Creeping by degrees

Gore deadly error

Infesting killing spree

Centuries of progress

Just to wake up in the dirt

Dead-calm still

We get what we deserve



Your advice

Nothing but empty words

Chants of doom

Promoting rites without meaning

A brutal disease;

Through the alchemy of destiny

A stairway to nowhere

A fucking downfall



All around is horror

Panic ridden spirit

Everything is lost

At the bottom

Of the abyss

Waiting



CHORUS:

Superstitious terror

Creeping by degrees

Gore deadly error

Infesting killing spree

Centuries of progress

Just to wake up in the dirt

Dead-calm still

We get what we deserve