Shadow Of Intent Feeding The Meatgrinder
Violent attrition
Salivating for the kill
Brutality is to be redefined
They aim to dominate
Hordes metastasize a vengeance indiscriminate
Disregard for human life is in the nature of the business
Environmental deletion
The lurking reaper aims
Heaps of corpses maimed and scattered
Only death now remains
This brutalizing reaches critical acclaim
They are set — initiate the final phase
Burst humans lined in trenches
Burning limbs are commonplace
There are bodies mutilated, faceless
Gaping holes have now replaced this
Sanitizing the grounds of fecal footsteps
Force-feeding a meatgrinder
Aim to dominate
Scores of humans destroyed
Laughter for the perished
War is worse than hell
We've seen to this
Stay and die
Hunting to the last man
Many men will meet their end
Live or die — the choice is yours
Continue to bleed or feed
You're feeding the meatgrinder
Drawn and quartered
Venture into the black
Trudging onwards through ruination
The more they kill, the more commemoration
Disheveled drones meander, locating lost bodies
They soon will be the ones who die
Seize the urge to forfeit
Broken, seeking to cower
A stone's throw away from hell
They meet the final hour
A place where men are either broken, destroyed, or made
Made to f..cking scream
They're hunted to the last man
Many men have met their end there
To stay and die
The choice is made
Your body jamming the gears of the meatgrinder
Behold, the grand design
The envisioned future of mankind
Caskets closed shall return home — with absent hosts
Razors to the throats of the onlookers — they'll become ghosts
Walls begin closing in
A death sentence from your own kin
Final moment in your skin
Into the belly of the beast
To feed the meatgrinder
Hug the ground
Become one with the earth
The faceless reaper shows its hand
Retrospective admonishment
The final moment you have feared...
Has assimilated
