Cannibal Corpse - Barbaric Bludgeonings

Moving through the cover of night With battle hardened hate in their eyes Anticipate the surgical strike Unsuspecting victims Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony Violence, the purest form, a primitive trait The weak will inherit the earth pile on top of their graves Survival is slipping the attack has already begun Dominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choice A vicious tradition since the dawn of man traumatizing agony Murderous revelry, smashing people to pieces This kind of hate cannot be contained Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again Squalid and broken no match for the enemy Too weak to fight back no chance for escape Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on Ripping out organs they're hung on display A message to others they'll die the same way Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on Moving through the cover of night With battle hardened hate in their eyes Anticipate the surgical strike Unsuspecting victims Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony