Mount up, rip torn
Launch beast, reborn

Torture, release the flies
Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore`s thighs
My wrath has? emerged from it`s bottomless pit
Unto a world drowning in s**t and you are it

Torture, release the flies
Your dogma`s the sheen of a dying man`s eyes
A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding
The maggot awaits with your corpse I`m feeding