To Be Rid of the Weak

Rise my children, come alive and thrive
Your times been etched in the dial
Echo your screams in the prisoners dreams
Incarnate of filth, flesh and sin

Killing to keep the blood pure as the night
Genocide is carved on the walls
Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law
Watch as inferiors succumb and fall

Take your pick, gas or guns
But always remember degredation
Sane or sick, just for fun
Getting off on killings elation

Tossed to flame, watch them burn
Filthy fucking maggots sizzle twitch and squirm
Curse our name, just wait your turn
You'll all get your time to feel the burn of death

Damned as a people, their race will be gone
We have no place for the weak
Down with their writing and theire notions so wrong
The wrath of god is no match, for the hell I wreak

Killing to keep the blood pure as the night
Genocide is smeared on the walls
Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law
Watch as inferiors succumb and fall