Cauterized - Feed on the Fallen

Today we birth the god of vengeance
from these wounds these scars that mark and vex us

let none forget our cross of pain
for we reopen wounds so we may always feel

our enemies shall taste our fury
of a million deaths unleashed
friend and foe merged in bloodlust's haze
as we exterminate all those who dared

all shall fall! and all will burn!

assimilate or terminate a marching horde with but one aim
leave the husks of widows and orphans
upon steppes of human ash

we have become death itself a pestilence of killing lust
we became hate to eradicate hate
we devoured them and thus assumed their face