They fall in line- on command ♪ Cult of righteous kills- death is at hand Taken down, one by one, bludgeoned, knifed, shot Dress them in viscera- burn them, spare them not Expect redemption- none to be found Retaliation- by hatred bound Expect redemption- on sacred ground Promoted to fully dead- receive no burial mound Die forever- cut up, pounded, hanged Awarded no body bags- mummified in sand Left to rot- choke on their guts Sent into oblivion- worthless scum drowned in pus Hammer the knife straight into the head Splitting the skull, drill deeper by twisting the blade Break off the handle, eyes turning red Stabbings that turn into jackhammer beating, proud of the art being made ♪ They fall in line- on command Cult of righteous kills- death is at hand Taken down, one by one, bludgeoned, knifed, shot Dress them in viscera- burn them, spare them not Hammer the knife straight into the head Splitting the skull, drill deeper by twisting the blade Break off the handle, eyes turning red Stabbings that turn into jackhammer beating, proud of the art being made Warmonger treatment- knifed to their deaths Chaotic killing, introducing their heads to the blades Warmonger treatment- knifed to their deaths Stabbing that turn into jackhammer beatings, proud of the art being made