Gore Lord (Entrail's Feast With Infected Rakes)

Skinless, eyeless, horrorful creatures of nighmare
Coming out of skull-spliting thoughts
Defenseless, remoreless, not so innocent deads
Imaging themselves for the last time
Reckless, pityless, swarm of infected rakes
Dancing together in a torment of blood

The feast of lost comprehension
The carnival of cannibal
The party of animosity
Birth of the Faceless One

Turning upside down, entrails in the air
Rakes running low, deathly pierced slaves
Neverborned regrets, flowing in rivers
The sounds of agony, reflecting their will
Blood and hunger, sign of the upcoming rupture
Opening the last breach, to this world of disease

The blades of immortal revenge
The rakes of undefined slaughter
The claws of genocidal instinct
Birht of the Faceless One