Paganizer Cold Seed Burning The World
Bitter butchery
Drawing down the moon
A sacrifice to the gods
To bring forth debauchery
They came in thousands
As an answer to the prayer
Doombringers to spew forth the filth
Massive tanks of flesh and bone
Cannons made from corpses
The legions of the damned
They sure bring some power
Channelled from the void
To spew and annihilate
Answering to none
Yet obeying death
Masters of controlling the flesh
Twisting the shapes into form
Pissing and spitting hell
Into the open wounds of humanity
Cold seed burning the world
Sickness spreading to cleanse it
Cold seed burning out
To eat this world
