"None Shall Be Spared (All Shall Be Speared)" lyrics

"None Shall Be Spared (All Shall Be Speared)"

Taste of the poison sword
Without warning, I will hunt you down; I'll run you through
Malice is my reward
My whole existence; violating and tormenting fools

Worship my hateful idols
Omnipotence assured
A victor without rivals; a twisting, swirling chaos lord

Grieve... lamenting fallen brothers
Retch... the stench of gruesome remains
My bloodied touch behind all suffering
Ever wreaked upon the plains

I dwell in devastation
Carnage declares my name
Merciless assassination
Disembody you by axe and shrapnel, blade and flame
To look at my face is demise
My eyes blaze with captured souls
A god of unlimited power
Beyond all mortal control

Grieve... lamenting fallen brothers
Retch... the stench of gruesome remains
My bloodied touch behind all suffering
Ever wreaked upon the plains

Decimation, ruination - I bring these plagues upon thee
Hate! Rape! Carnage massacre!


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