Heathen Reign - All Pigs Must Die

A killing machine ready to die

Vicious combat in the mud and blood

Chained strangled submit to none

Extinguish life through force of will

Proud yet fearing masters

Their time has passed

A killing machine ready to die

Bastard followers of a white christ

Devour their own god to free from sin

Drink his blood eat his flesh

Driven by hatred more than revenge

To the fringes of the earth

The heathen escapes the cross

The beginning is the end

And there is no god

Bound by traditions of endless torture

They make us what is dead

Could I ever forgive my father

For bringing me to this place