Lyrics Menstrual Gourmet - Extirpating the Infected

Menstrual Gourmet

Awake!
Sons of Vengeance rise
Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes
Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons of war
Today we conquer the self — tomorrow the world
Men of war defiant — to ashes fall the gods
Apocalyptic deeds — fierce archonic might
A knell a pall masking honored rites of spring
The empyreal majesty of abyss winds
An affirmation of struggle
Like wolves closing in for the kill
Making holy our war immortal this glorious night
A brotherhood of iron — falling in we march
Shout into the star shattered Dawn…
We are Sons of Vengeance
Blessed and bold
Reborn in hate