Thrashssacre -

Dull and horrid, feel the low end crush

Roaring panzer tank oncoming rush

Gallop hard, synapses rapid fire

Fingers tear at white-hot razor wire

Thickened fist, toxic hammer smash

Sticks are whipping, cymbals crash

Keeping time with the reaper’s scythe

Causing all the damned to writhe

You’re the keeper of the giant’s spine

Melt the flesh away and flay the mind

Become doom, nerves are pounding red

Herald of the angry dead

Bones and blood

Feel your skull go thud

Conscious thought is gone

Join the primal throng

Blades a blur

Thrashssacre!

Gut the throat with a monstrous yell

That’s rooted in a private hell

Tearing brains apart and screaming free

On a brutal killing spree

Battle’s waging as you churn up scum

Gouging faces to pulp for fun

Lightning death, hard and fast and fierce

A chainsaw bloodbath for the ears

All together now let’s kill as one

Slay the heretics, sparing none

Become war, raise the sword

Leaders of the savage horde

Rise and die

In this blood-soaked sty

Blistered, cracked, and peeled

Axe of sharpened steel

Mass murder

Thrashssacre!

Thrashssacre!