A Pretext to Human Suffering - Loathe

Vigilant overture take them
Converge on enemies throats
Rivers will boil, storm clouds will rise
Awaiting his wrath we look to the sky
Thousands will suffer and millions will die
Tonight we dine on (bloodlines)
Of tyrants and kings your time has come
Were here to cleanse
Human scum

On the slab you'll be reduced to ash
On the slab you breathe your last breath
On the slab your memories flood back
On the slab you'll breathe your last breath

All the apathy in the life you lead
All the poison you put in peoples heads
Your suffering will be monumental
Your cries will echo into nothing

Your mortal shell is torn limb from limb
Your punishment just started to begin
Condemned for the vilest of sin
Your torment make the executioner grin

They'll build temples to your misery
Your suffering will echo throughout history
As the life slowly leaves your eyes
We celebrate a tyrants demise