Cannibal Corpse - Pounded Into Dust

POUNDED INTO DUST Alex Webster Forces of hate meet Gather for the siege Encircling their foe The raid begins Their revenge is sought Through violence, smashing, killing, stabbing, pounding Iron weapons clash Evil warriors strike Hammers cracking skulls Axes chopping heads Their revenge is now Through violence, crushing, maiming, hacking, pounding Blood soaks the ground In their own, they will drown Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust Battle rages on Bleeding wounded scream Clubs shatter bones Swords sever limbs Their blind rage compells Their frenzy, bloodlust, madness, burning, hatred Berzerkers overwhelm Defenders run in fear No prisoners today The end is near Their blind rage endless No mercy lay waste, wipe out, kill them, kill them Their struggle to defend The attack will never end Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust The captured will be crucified as a warning to the rest When the killing is completed the city will be burned Their way of life will be destroyed, no trace of them remains Annihilate They lay waste Eradicate Victory for their hatred, fury, raging, pounding Blood soaks the ground In their own, they will drown Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust