Breakfast At The Manchester Morgue

Raise my banner drenched in blood, as
I hold my hammer high.
Smash it down, splitting your skull, as
I ravage all life across the land.
No one, shall endure my wrath .
Feasting, upon the flesh
I lack. Fetish, for the dead
Ive raped, todesking supreme, harvester of hate.
Rapist of the weak, necro-ubermensch arise.
Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright.
Hate-******,
I thrust as
I punch, So you writhe in agony,
Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.