Ugh!

O-

pen

their

throats,

and

drink

of

the

sick-

ness

(sick-

ness)

(sick-

ness).

A

plague

en-

grained

in

flesh.

Hor-

rid

crea-

tures

de-

ser-

ving

of

a

thou-

sand

deaths.

Mas-

ter

of

the

har-

vest,

ser-

vant

of

the

car-

cass.

The

sac-

ra-

men-

tal

wine

that

drowns

the

earth

in

dark-

ness.

Heirs

of

hat-

red,

hoards

of

glut-

tons.

The

thirst

is

cal-

ling,

win-

ter

is

fal-

ling

on

a

world

that's

bleached

of

the

truth.

The

doc-

trines

of

hate

bur-

ning

through

you.

Torn

limb

from

limb,

the

sa-

dists

swim

in

the

blood

of

the

in-

no-

cent.

O-

pen

their

throats,

and

drink

of

the

sick-

ness.

O-

pen

their

throats,

and

drink

of

the

sick-

ness.

Oh!

The

fi-

res

in

the

east

smo-

ther

the

air

of

the

soul,

as

they

march

down

trails

of

tears

to

worlds

be-

low.

Em-

pires

of

rust

u-

pon

the

graves

where

sor-

row

grows.

Hope-

less

void.

End-

less

cy-

cles.

Haun-

ting

seas

of

vio-

lent

swells.

The

ghosts

of

guilt

des-

cend

to

Hell.

Re-

turn

to

suf-

fer

a-

new.

The

pen-

du-

lum

falls,

the

noose

swings

for

you.

The

noose

swings

for

you.

The

wound

is

per-

ma-

nent.

We

hold

the

knife

that

twists

fo-

re-

ver.

The

hand

that

feeds

you

is

the

hand

that

fuc-

king

bleeds

you.

This

is

the

kil-

ling

sea-

son.

Kil-

ling

sea-

son.

Fail-

ures

of

the

fa-

ther,

sac-

red

sons

of

hor-

ror.

A

le-

thal

le-

ga-

cy

in-

bed-

ded

in-

to

sin

and

slaugh-

ter.

Heirs

of

hat-

red,

hoards

of

glut-

tons.

The

thirst

is

cal-

ling.

Win-

ter

is

fal-

ling

on

a

world

that's

bleached

of

the

truth.

The

doc-

trines

of

hate

bur-

ning

through

you.

Torn

limb

from

limb.

The

sa-

dists

swim

in

the

blood

of

the

in-

no-

cent.

Their

pain

will

be

in-

fi-

nite.

Hunt

the

ones

that

run.

This

is

the

kil-

ling

sea-

son.

Hunt!

Hunt

the

ones

that

run.

This

is

the

kil-

ling

sea-

son.