Blood Hunger Doctrine

歌词

Man and his faithful ethics 

Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth 

Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim 

The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate

As instruments of torture 

And leaving no room for sympathy 

We bring forth the monstrous birth 

To the worlds light

As all great art is made from suffering 

So are we 

Good in nature, but evil by our own free will 

Incestuously created by the will to kill

Time is here to walk the final abyss march 

Bound to the force of the last holocaust 

Pour free the gifts of grace 

And slaughter the entire human race

Not permitted to redemption 

When pain rises high in purgatory 

A reality so convincingly justified 

Feeding from Death Cult's gown

We bring forth monstrous birth 

To the worlds light