Fleshcult

Sons of flesh marching feasting

On your blood

Lords of death thirsting greeding

For your soul

In the night hunting crawling

With sharp knives

Sacrifice cutting screaming

Mutilation

We are the fleshcult

Addicted to death

We are the legion

Of crawling flesh

On your knees

Hold out to die

Your heads will roll

Beheading day

We are the messengers of true belief

We are the death squad as you can see

Pray to the bloodsoul breeding the dead

Feeding the demons without regret

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