Butchered, the headless gutted dead lay upon the ground
and fire, the only thing scorching silence all around
inverted crosses of territories marking blood fields for the hunt
where lifeless limbs lie in bile filled pits and corpses are emptied of guts
(chorus)
the forces of a purest rage incinerate the skies with plague
to cleave and tear the flesh of man a butcherer on blood stained land
serrated razors cutting in the genocidal feasts of sin
the grand dismemberer is now fueled to begin

lifeless, the human corpses have been ground into a mush
the bleeding, deboned and impaled thier skulls are crushed
the last that are left are hung from broken necks suspened til they die
and the clouds at last are smoldering ash mere embers in the sky

no one lives to see the end they're all reduced to meat
the machines sent to dismember mark the necrogenesis complete