In Sickness and in Hell

Ripe with the sickness
 Vanity and Hell
 Pointing claws in arrogance
 Riot rising - Contemplation ends
 Cast your eyes into the burning skies
 Can you hear the funeral bells?
 As you plough on towards Hell
 Excommunicating everything in sight
 In sickness and in Hell we stand
 Beast of Bourbon - The Devil's hand
 You have a dawn appointment with the gallows
 "When you fucked with us... An Army was born..."
 Ice cold - Riot stare
 Horns locked
 And metal to the bone I swear
 I don't want you here
 You don't mean shit to me, No
 I bite the hand that feeds me
 Hah, I can't take it no more
 I'm going straight to the core
 Cry... Havoc
 It's foaming at my mouth
 Better run for your life
 No more warnings, no more signs
 Scream for retribution
 This time I'm first in line
 In sickness and in Hell
 Primus - Denominator
 Spitting bolts in tongues of fire
 Enforcer - Eradicator
 'Come drag you to the funeral pyre
 It's quite a sight, we've come full circle
 You have to kill me now to shut me now
 Inflictor - Annihilator
 You better check your pulse
 You might be dead I the ground
 Objective - Damnation
 Objective - Dead ahead
 Drunk on blood I smell your fear
 The Blood-froth's in my veins
 In sickness and in Hell