Hereza Beneath The Wheels Of Death
His mind is set
Target is clear
Marching forward
He feels no fear
His purpose in life
Is to destroy
In a bath of blood
He will enjoy
Twisted grin
Bloody hands
Empty head
And shit for brains
Purpose fulfilled
Target is dead
He has no fear
Feels no regret
Screaming voices broken bones
Threading them like plastic cones
All his victims had no chance
This was their final dance
Grinded meat is what was left
Of once human now buffet
Exhaling their final breath
Beneath the wheels of death