Severed Head Of State - Blood Of Vengeance Lyrics

Know that our years are the years of war
And our days are measured as battles
And every hour is a life now lost
To those strangers from without
Who have built great charnel houses
To nourish these f*cking fiends
And the blood of the weakest here
Is libation for these f*cking ghouls

Wreakers of f*cking pain
Gods of f*cking war

And none may retreat further, because to invoke death
Is to utter the final prayer, utter the final prayer
They are the f*cking ghouls, they are the burning pain
Wreakers of f*cking pain, gods of f*cking war

The blood of man is the blood of vengeance
The spirit of man is the spirit of vengeance