Lord Gore - Breakfast At The Manchester Morgue lyrics

rate me

Raise my banner drenched in blood,

as I hold my hammer high.

Smash it down, splitting your skull,

as I ravage all life across the land.

No one, shall endure my wrath.

Feasting, upon the flesh I lack.

Fetish, for the dead I've raped,

todesking supreme, harvester of hate.

Rapist of the weak,

necro-ubermensch arise.

Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright.

Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch,

So you writhe in agony,

Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.