Hang them high Let their innards spill Nowhere to run when they open the gates You bitch Strangled and mangled, suspended from a meat hook Poking and prodding, let me dig a little deeper How does it feel to be prey to a predator What a sweet face, it's a shame that I'll tear it up Hunger of swine, blood-thirsty savages Pray for your home as we march to ravage it Run for your lives or bow to the Father Blood and bone under the hoof of a tyrant Break their souls, a nightmare that's so vibrant Burn their home, leave them nothing but ashes Behold the throne, built on feasting on masses How does it feel to be prey to a predator What a sweet face, it's a shame that I'll tear it up Oh, Father There will be no peace Oh, Father Slaughter all the weak Oh, Father There will be no peace Oh, Father Slaughter all the fucking Weak Kill Kill Kill them all Leave them nothing, let them fall Fuck Fuck Fuck them all Lay waste to them fucking all