Genocide - all civilization destroyed The gods of war - emerging once again Limb-dissection - body parts everywhere Soul-collector - beware, the reaper is near Limb-dissector, soul collector Fear the reaper, for I am near Ethnic cleansing, extermination Genocide, is what I crave The smell of death turns me on; I cum on segmented limbs Women, children, men and beasts; All corpses smell the same Sempiternal, hell on earth The gods of war, have emerged Do not await, the Nazarene No judgement day, all prayers in vain. The rotting stench of burning flesh, The sickening smell of war It fills your lungs Like the stench of an indisposed whore [Lead: Paul] [Repeat 3rd verse] Women, children, men and beasts, Yellow, black and white No discrimination; You all die tonight!