Bathory

Mechanised death, poisoned last breath
In dust realised kill, what a thrill
All hell ablaze the furnace gates
Stands open wide for genocide
Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade
Vomiting blood, where are you, God?
Can't you fuckin' smell
The damned stench, excrement
Mountians of corpse, can't you see, Lord?
It makes your Gomorra look small, very small