Rudiments of Mutilation - Full of Hell

«Come thou fount of every blessing»

Ichor of the human pulse

Flow forth with no abandon

Suffering tortured beasts

Empathy dulled under ages of wearing

Through wailing and howling

Incessantly blaring

Murdering lambs, unknowing

Eating the hearts of your children

Burying mothers, alive

Wandering in contempt of life