Apocalyptic Feasting Songtext
von Brain Drill

There is no respect to no one now
Run as far as you can
Slowly trampling the accross the land
No end to their outcry
They will march in the room
Guided by the voice of hell
Lurid bodies to impale
Raining death to all that′s left
Guided by the voice of hell
Lurid bodies to impale
No place for one to turn back


All hate for the same, and they don't have time to choose
An endless feast they have
Immigrant to no life
An endless feast they kill
Immigrant to no life
All hate for the same, and they don′t have time to choose
A feast in one's blood, and they don't have time to save
A poetic vision of emergence, they only serve
Final bodies, in the tomb, they only serve
Newborn, rotting, until you′re dead
No one of them will pay their debt