Lyrics
I make u turn around in your grave
Incarnate flesh is the stench of our nation
The blood scorched earth is filled with decay
Decadent filth is our new relegation
YOU DONT KNOW
OUR SADIST Land's
WRATH FOR GLORY
Dictated by God
its something u need
IT'S GLORY FOR GORE
something u feel
IT'S GLORY FOR GORE
something you steal
IT'S GLORY FOR GORE
Divine is our
Unending
Unflinching
Butchering
GLORY FOR GORE
Innocence and Ignorance marching hand in hand
Indulged with senseless greed we find you
Guilty of all accounts
Kill the king of stolen crowns
Enemies have breeched the wall
treachery
Beware, ye, the Ides of March
Creeping now from Behind
At the ready sharpened knives
Poised to strike out blinded eyes
Cutting through the pious lies