Fed to the wolves Terminally sick Drowned in mud Blood-spit hit Wasted reminiscent War-driven moron Time has taken A heavy toll on 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