Napalm Death

Sweeping the void - like sin
Treachery penetrates my skin
Serpent shapes in the depths
Obsolete acts of kindness
The Wolf I feed, in cloaks of decency
The Wolves I feed
Invoke the blessing of peace
Supply lines of the swarm ensuring
Danger and harm
As the first wave diminishes,
Depleted stronghold vanishing
The Wolf I feed in cloaks of decency
The Wolves I feed,
Provoke war-waged capacities
The Wolf I feed, to ward off wildfires
Blind alleys lead,
Violating cease-fire
Domain of the parish
That march in Eden
Corridors of sadness
Embrace the Masses