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Verse 1:

Ghouls and gore clutter up the floor,

The stench is ripe, there's blood in store,

Corpses piled high, innards galore,

The madness reigns upon this war.

Chorus:

Suppurating, decimating,

Our instruments of butchery,

Ripped in half, and torn asunder,

Eviscerated brutality.

Verse 2:

A twisted surgeon's scalpel grace,

The sound of blades will drown out faith,

Crushing bones and severing veins,

The human form is laid to waste.

Chorus:

Suppurating, decimating,

Our instruments of butchery,

Ripped in half, and torn asunder,

Eviscerated brutality.