Infestation - Feast On The Wicked lyrics

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The wretched souls of the incest

Find there ways back home

But they will never know

What is in store

They will find there way back home

Just to find there families dead

Finding blood that has run dry

They decide

Where they will die

Grip this tight and don't let go

Soon you will know

Soon it will show

They don't belong

Feast on the wicked

They will go to hell anyway

They don't give a fuck

For their blood runs black

They show everyday more slack

Point the gun to your head

Pull the fucking trigger

Let them decide their death

We will get the privlage to rip the skin from their bones

Just watch

Their flesh will melt beneath the masses

They lay

Dry

Blood soaked

Just one hour

Just one hour

Left till their death

Show no mercy