Wicked Vicious & Violent

Into the scablands
 To the end and to your death
 There's something evil in these hills
 Hiding in corpse-chariots
 Into the winter desert-Hell
 As spoils of war - The butchers' bill
 The mortuary wagons stops
 Bloodletting time is here
 Tied-up neck to heels
 Dragged off by your hair
 Into the charnel house we go
 Steadfast - With vicious speed
 Nailed onto a wooden cross
 Hung from the walls to bleed
 One by one - Stretched out on a butchers block
 With a ripping sound - Like tearing meat
 The scalped hide comes off
 As bait on hook - Skull-fucked to death
 They're carving flesh from bone
 Dejointed - Limb by limb
 As pigs they feast with rabid moans
 Wicked ... Vicious and Violent
 For 7 times 7 nights
 They ate away our flesh
 Flesh-meister's funeral feast
 Rawhide and ravenous death
 Sliced and diced and cleaved in two
 A master piece of meat
 Mouth and eyes sewn shut with wire
 Upon the table of Hell you reek
 Picked clean of skin and meat
 The flesh-hooks pin you down
 Licking corpse-grey lips
 As bone saws grind with cracking sounds
 Festering and flayed alive
 In prolonged agony
 As you smell your own flesh cooking
 Cramped in terror - Viciously
 An all enclosing wickedness
 The savage in their core
 Cannibal - Flesh-ripper crawl
 The scavengers of war
 Are you wicked?
 Damned in the desert-foothills
 Meat hooks lick your flesh
 As they're ripping out your tongue
 With rusty needles - Black as death
 Flayed and chained and ripped to shreds
 Skin peels from yellow bones
 Cannibalistic-evil calls
 The sadist in our soul