The invasion commences
Attack
Of the Hordes
Mercilessly they advance
Plunder
On their minds
Ruthless the onslaught
Begins
Villagers
Quail in fear
Feeling their homes
They scurry
But no match
For the Hordes
Charging
The tribesman foray deeper into the streets and alleys
Storming
Houses and sacred places
People
Caught with nets wrangled
Charging
The tribesman foray deeper
Into
The streets and alleys
Storming
Houses and sacred places
People
Caught with nets wrangled
Humans hearded like cattle
Then dragged to their
DOOM!
Women and children not spared
The village
DEAD SOON!
Their hands and legs are now tied
Let the mass hanging begin
Nooses hung from the banyan
Slipped over the oblivious
Tightening the nooses slowly
And savoring every second
The horde enjoy the moment
Savage instincts they don't
DIE!
In The Forest There Remains A
Few Now
Hidden from the Hordes
Line of sight
In The Forest There Remains A
Few Now
Hidden from the Hordes
Line of sight
(Guitar)
Vicious
Fetishes show themselves in times of war
An entire village
Hanged from a single tree
Twisting and struggling
THEY ALL PERISH
From the young to old
NONE SPARED!
In The Forest There Remains A
Few Now
Hidden from the Hordes
Line of sight
In The Forest There Remains A
Few Now
Hidden from the Hordes
Line of sight
THE
NECKTIE PARTY
CONCLUDES
AS
CORPSES
HANG
FROM A
TREE