Текст песни Bathing in the Blood of Romans - After the Funeral

The blood will spill
As we pleasure ourselves
Dancing over the ashes
Of your army that fell

With the Aid of the divine
To commit such depravity
Countless bodies in the streets
With smiles and hilarity

Bathing in our spoils
Rubbing each other down
Mark with your own semen
The bitch you knocked out

Ruling with an iron fist
Shall continue no more
You are not even a threat
Just a bunch of filthy whores

Rip out your spine
With a smile on our faces
Grind all your bones
To make such a lovely necklace

Feast on the meat
Of your tender cocks
Revenge on you traitors
For hitting us with rocks

Granted permission from god
To commit such treachery and folly
Bless the heavens for acceptance of torture
The holy text describes men as being vultures

I have distanced you from peaceful enlightenment
When you die you'll come to hell cause of judgement
A whisper in your ear to trigger pure insanity
Violence and disorder will be the downfall of humanity