Apostasy, disbelief
Pure desolation of humanity
Demi-gods, the true monsters
And their dreadful multitude of massacres
Hypocrisy, insufferable unmercy
Deception, insufferable, inhumane
Led to slavery and torture
Appointing demi-gods, intrepid tasks

Immolating on its flame
Heathen martyrs burn away
Burn away!
Immolating on its flame
Heathen martyrs, cleansed by fire

The others soon faced
Unspeakable horrors
Incessantly tortured
Hypocrisy
Insufferable blasphemies
A reign on monsters
Worshipped blindly
Christians obsession with demons
Fostered what they tried to repress
Apostasy, disbelief
Pure desolation of humanity
Demi-gods, the true monsters
And their dreadful multitude of massacres

Icelandic dominion
Reigning during a casually brutal age
Exalting bloodlust
We pillage with near impunity
Free from all moral qualms
We celebrate ferocity
Pleasing our gods
The weak are sacrificed
In sacred groves
Grant us strength!

One thing that never dies
The glory of the great deed
The dead souls soar to the afterlife
Through the smoke of burning boats
Drinking to only the brave
Who rode and sailed along side
Believing our world and all that existed within
Should end in flame

And our dead heroes and warriors
Were all swept to Asgard
Were swept away to Asgard
For an eternity of feasting and brawling

The dawn illuminates
The field of battle
The legion, ten thousand strong
Frontline infantry, showing bravery
To kill or to be killed
To kill or to be killed!

Standing in fire, the enemy horrified
Torching catapaults burn the dark sky

Driving their flesh into the soil
Conquest the only goal
Seize the land for strength
The war machine runs long
Victory in war!

Vanquish the land
We will crush this foe in front of us
We must show them no remorse
Recognize our mark
For it is for, that lack of faith
We must proclaim their demise

Driving their flesh into the soil
Conquest the only goal
Seize the land for strength
The war machine runs long
Victory in war!

"I was born with the evil one standing as my sponser, beside the bed where I was ushered into the world and he has been with me ever since." [H.H.H.]
"I'm a mistake of nature." [A.C.]
"The desire to inflict pain, that is all that's uppermost." [A.F]
"He won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood." [D.B.]
"I cut it's throat. The blood spurted up and I drank from the stump." [P.K.]
"Society's had their chance. I'm going hunting. Hunting humans." [J.O.H.]
"I wonder how her head would look on a stick" [E.K.]
"These children that come at you with knives, they are your children." [C.M.]
"Look down at me and you will see a fool. Look up to me and you will see your lord. Look straight at me and you will see yourself." [C.M.]
"Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun." [R.R.]
"His brains were coming out of his head when I left him, and he will never be any deader." [C.P.]
"I remember, as I gazed down at the still form of my first victim, experiencing a strange and peaceful thrill." [J.R.C.]
"After my head has been chopped off, I will still be able to hear, for at least a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck. That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures." [P.K.]

Armies of antiquity
A federation of nomadic tribes
Scourge of God
We are the most feared
Exorting fortunes
Vanquishing empires
Our domain is the vast plains
An orgy of conquest
Swift and fatal in our execution
Pillage the enemy

Before they're aware
Filling the air with
Discordant cries

Unpredictable barbarians
Fighting in no regular order
Leaving all in astounding defeat
Without regard to personal safety
Without regard
Savage ways and elaborate tactics
Unpredictable barbarians
The most terrible of Huns
Our pleasures fulfilled in warfare

Pillage the enemy
Before they're aware
Filling the air with
Discordant cries

Enter a stage of bloody dismay
Where beast and man are cast
To be slain
Chants from the mob
Feeds their victims desires
Without fail, the crowd is there
To greet the champions
And their besieged

A test of strength and valor
Spirits of honor and courage
Upon every strike the mob is fed
Sickening, glorious
For no audience in history
Hath welcome death so gratefully

A test of strength and valor
Spirits of honor and courage
Upon every strike the mob is fed
With sickening, glorious bloodshed
Glorious bloodshed!

Power beheld by the slaves
Turn them into warriors
Commanded for engagement
In a realm of carnage
A realm of chaos
Dignified butchery
Relentless
Murder reigning

Master of weapons and murder
Execution in any way desires
Hit man by trade
With a serial killer passion on the side
Afraid of being caught
He killed all his friends
His only mistake, was letting one live
Gaining power and respect
With every kill
Ended lives silently or violently
Frozen evidence stares emotionless

Contract for human assassination
Shot a man in the face
With a crossbow just to see if it
Would kill him
Using cyanide was a method of his killings
Poisoning through food
Never thought twice to take a human life
Human life!

Cold blood heartless killer
Secrets hidden inside
Hit man by trade
With a serial killer passion on the side

They were experts
Having practiced for years
On cattle
What sustained them?
Beyond the frenzy
The frenzy of the first attack
Through plain physical exhaustion
And the whole mess of it all

Unending destruction required great ambition
Properly disturbed by the curiosity
Of inflicting
Massive slaughter on
Innocent civilians

Perpetrators needn't enjoy the killing
Above all their victims must die
Extermination underway
They killed all day

At night, they feasted on
Looted cattle
Beneath the cries of their victims
After whatever sleep could be had
They went back and killed again

It was a process
The dead were beautiful
Random fallen forms
And the tranquility of their rude exposure
Women and children raped
Then hacked apart with machetes
All dumped into bloodied rivers
Whole families lay butchered and rotting
Ideal genocide
Conveyed through the stronger tribe

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