Lyrics Fleshcult - Fleshcrawl

Fleshcult

Sons of flesh — marching — feasting
On your blood
Lords of death — thirsting — greeding
For your soul
In the night — hunting — crawling
With sharp knives
Sacrifice — cutting — screaming
Mutilation
We are the fleshcult
Addicted to death
We are the legion
Of crawling flesh
On your knees
Hold out to die
Your heads will roll
Beheading day
We are the messengers of true belief
We are the death squad as you can see
Pray to the bloodsoul, breeding the dead
Feeding the demons without regret
We’re forged in blood, we are damned in fire
We are the deathlord’s great desire
Legions of hatred, guiding our ways
Thousands of souls that we have slain
In the center of hate, we will arise
We cause havoc, pain and demise
We skinned souls and we are forced to kill
Through guts and gore we pursue our will
We returned from the dead to the living
Absorbing all what corpses are giving
No one can stop us, the death machinery
The legion is marching death to victory