Cult Of Kain

Bellum omnium contra omnes
Brother against brother
Drown your sword into his flesh
See him kick and squirm
Last dance before death
Defy consolation
Degenerate illusory deception
Blade dripping the wine of life

Ride of the tyrants, murderous siege
Prepare the gallows, hang the futile breed
(See their macabre dance at the end of the rope)
Chorus of cracking bones

There is no peace
(There is) no redemption
Eyes are always watching
Crushed are their shrines of solace
No haven for refuge, purge the flesh
Purge their world with fire

Behold scorched ruins of their temple
Mass grave of the pious
After the cleansing hear only
The (choir of) locusts in the night

Beneath our feet, trampled bones of flawed men
Yet there will be more lives to harvest
And The breed of Abel is consumed
By hideous silent fear

Rotten and emaciated corpses fill these pits
Emit the scorn of the LORD
For he loves holocausts
Blood is the key... No fear, no control
And Hell followed in our footsteps