The limbs are like burned meat A fallen victim with pride The slaughter of cruel lust Is sacreficing the unborn. Unborn Silent winds of fear Is rising from the tomb Putrid stench of flesh From dismembered corps of death Isolations with no remorse Executions are prevield Cascades of this world A destruction of carnage The altar will take over And the stench are putrid Silent winds of fear Is rising from the tomb Putrid stench of fleash From dismembered corps of death Sickness hate The ultimate massacre Splattered organs The dead will never die The limbs are like burned meat A fallen victim with pride The slaughter of cruel lust Is sacreficing the unborn Cascades of this world A destruction of carnage The altar will take over And the stench are putrid