Lyrics:
Don't think this is over I will use your dissected bodies
As a shrine of power and let my servants fuck your bodies
and pulverizing bodies
servants of gore
bloodthirsty evokers
cadaver meat lovers devourers
slobbering skin
covered with sores
Torsos hang from their entrails
body
A servant automaton
Performing nothing endlessly
My only home is this body
I can't help myself
I know nothing else
I can't help myself
I am
The blind hound with a mournful wail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
clear, long time i feel i’ve disappeared
Redemption, bleeding rivers, lost ships in the mist searching for a light
Dark faces, hollow bodies, servants
worthless paper
To devalue our lives
Relinquishing mind
Body and soul
Servants to the machine
A slave of corporatocracy
Once you exit this world
You
Our bodies for the Colony
Servants to the Colony
Mandibles in constant movement
Tunnels dug at breakneck speed
Feelers scanning the surroundings
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
a virgin's body life
Would you be a servant, for Satan or mankind?
Sacrifice a virgin's body life
Again I speak: Fuck Jesus Christ!
To undertake
Helped by his servants up there
Children bodies, Men crawling
Under the boots of the Black Army
Like on Mount Grappa,when all should have ended But
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead.
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
to meet us
O God the nations came in your inheritance
Your holy temple they have defiled
They laid Jerusalem in heaps
Your servants dead bodies
Given
a servant the body shall follow
Values are taken completely from outside
Your life's so neat, no fear of vile days
Energy is spent completely to serve only
of all imaginings.
Oh, miraculous thing!
This body of God will nourish
Even the poorest,
The most humble of servants.
Even the poorest,
The most
& determined your touch
Makes it worth it [worth it]
Hiss like a servant of love
our body services love
You're just a servant of love
Oh, in the circus of love
Gotta make your body your servant, yeah it's hard work but it's worth it
And anything that you sacrifice right now will be rewarded
You can exercise free
Heavenly bread that becomes the bread for all mankind
Bread from the angelic host that is the end of all imaginings
O miraculous thing, this body
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
the cost
Come over here lets stop the nonsense
I might be free but I'm a servant
I body the verse I bind up the curse just like the boss said
I can't lose
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