Chtonian Lifecode
Chosen by Death
Chipped from the Flock
We are the Formless Ones
Torn from the Flock

We Are the Sons
The Sons of Lucifer Scorn

With a Mouthful of Entrails
A Fist Full of Steel
Crushing the Body of Christ
Under Hell

We Are
The Butchers of Infants Unborn

A Rampant Destroyer
Of Inbred Belivers
A Fistfucking Chainsaw
Mauling Decivers

With a Mouthful of Entrails
A Head full of Hate
Dead - One by One
They Bow to Their Hate

We Are
The Butchers of Infants Unborn

So Lash Out that Wip
Raise up that Chalice
This Is for Glory
This Is for Malice
This One's for Him
Crowned in Thorns
Show your Hatred
Up the Horns!