Lyrics The Hunt - Atrocity

Sick, full, taking after my life
Child of a thief, I give the others a rest
Like a strength, this is the knowledge of man
Longing with the others to make land

Never say, this is the world's best
Mestilence, I'm your ignorance pest
Thee are strong, beached in the desert flesh
Love for living, that's the end of death

Panic
Butcher
Pity for my needs

Never heard of my heart, thee are proud
'Cause your dick, your spots are down
I got the strength to kill your death
And so to have a seed of wrath

The fight is on
The fight is on
The fight is on
The fight is on

Slaughter you, let the slaughter fly
Martyr's shield, I'm the hurt to show
Do the strong, make the dogs do none
Dying leaves, give a dusty line

Panic
Butcher
Pity for my needs

When me shouts to Christ
Thy desires