The Crowning Carnage

Woe betide thee... Woe betide man

Premonitions of decline
Seeking whom to devour
We must be without pity
We must be without end
...there's a place reserved for all...
We all know the way you're taking

We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future
Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous
Woe betide thee, woe betide man

The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust
The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, infernal revel
The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust
The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, the glorious hunt

No withhold of wrath
This malicious chill
We must be without mercy
Must be without space of time
...reveal the secrets of Death...
And thrust you full with thorns

The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust
The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, infernal revel
The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust
The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, the glorious hunt

Despise pain...loathing life...plunge into deep despair
To finish life

We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future
Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous
Woe betide thee, woe betide man