>>21609188A grand feast approaches, o wretched pawns
Crushed like roaches, beneath a red horse
Peace to insanity, love to frenzied hatred
What a tragedy, to have forsaken the sacred
Neither immune nor detached, only vulnerable illusions
Family porcelain smashed, curse your delusions
The tides recede, god’s curse encroaches
Exposing your greed, punishment approaches
To live as a butcher, the gravedigger of culture
Is to face the grave, living like a vulture
Splattered blood, a crimson tidal wave
The lineage struck, frozen ground an open grave
May you dream about it, may sleep forsake you
O cursed being, torment won’t forsake you
Listen to the music, live by the cleaver
Face the music, o death dealer
