Lord Gore by Lord Gore
Raise my banner drenched in blood,
As I hold my hammer high.
Smash it down, splitting your skull,
As I ravage all life across the land.
No one, shall endure my wrath.
Feasting, upon the flesh I lack.
Fetish, for the dead I've raped,
Todesking supreme, harvester of hate.
Rapist of the weak,
Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright.
Hate-f**ked, I thrust as I punch,
So you writhe in agony,
Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.