When the Spawn of the Damned arises to controll the walking dead, they will march across the land butchering and devouring the living and the dead.
A Band Dedicated to the Resurgence of Extreme Metal, and eradicating the Filth that we as a society are bombarded with on a daily basis.
From the Disgusting Pop Culture scene in music, movies, and all entertainment to the Lies of religions.
"Do what Thow Wilt,
Shall be the whole of the Law!"
-LIBER AL vel LEGIS
Lyrics
The march of death echoes to the rhythm of the guns Towering clouds of human ashes blacken out the sun Emaciated bones and flesh, walking to their graves Purge the earth for spoiled blood, no one will be saved Depopulate, regulate, systematically exterminate! Round up the diseased for slaughtering A crematorial funeral, an offering Holding on to life, a futile dream No need for pain, or suffering Salvation is survival, a false ambition Unveiled in the form of annihilation Rat infested trenches filled with the casualties of war Christened by the blood of those who fought before Wade through the bodies on hallowed ground If you listen closely you can hear the sound of Death Arise Feast on the flesh of the dead Chorus: The march of death echoes to the rhythm of the guns Towering clouds of human ashes blacken out the sun Emaciated bones and flesh, walking to their graves Purge the earth for spoiled blood, no one will be saved Depopulate, regulate, systematically exterminate! March of death Engulfed, as the earth opens wide, a colossal inferno bringing demise Hungry and starving, prey on the weak, tear at the flesh of the dying and meek The living and the dead, feast for control, half eaten corpses unburied, exhumed Prophecies, of an oracle’s mind, crazed demented, seer of time Arise Feast on the flesh of the dead The living have died, the dead have risen Ruled by the spawn of the damned Extinction of a species called man Leaving this mordant and barren wasteland Rat infested trenches filled with the casualties of war Christened by the blood of those who fought before Wade through the bodies on hallowed ground If you listen closely you can hear the sound of Death Chorus: The march of death echoes to the rhythm of the guns Towering clouds of human ashes blacken out the sun Emaciated bones and flesh, walking to their graves Purge the earth for spoiled blood, no one will be saved Depopulate, regulate, systematically exterminate! Copyright 2004
