BUTCHER OF THE WORLD - Lingua Ignota

I’m the fucking death dealer

I’m the butcher of the world

Rise up and I’ll cut you down

Rise up and I’ll cut you

I’m the fucking death dealer

I’m the butcher of the world

If you don’t fear me yet, you will

If you don’t fear me yet

May your foes be many

May your days be few

May another steal

Steal what you stole

Steal what you stole

In return for my love

He strikes me down

Even as I make prayer for him

May your own shame hang you

May dishonor drown you

May there be no kindness

No kindness

No kindness