Art Of Beheading
by Scent Of Flesh· from Valor In Hatred
And their last day became
And I'm the one to blame
Again there are hundreds
They will all lose their heads
Those who I despise
I kill
Even wars will end
But killing never will
Malicious nature of mankind
Longer grows the line of rotting corpses behind
Prisoners of war
Waiting for decapitation
With a blade I slay the enemy
Sacrifice for my vile domination
Silent are the victims of insanity
Headless rotting bodies
Scavengers circling
None shall live
The art of beheading