The Grind

The time has come again

Tradition of blood and death

No purpose

Intelligent life torn from home

Their screams so loud

But frequencies they ignore

Enclosed for slaughter

The machines will turn them in

Mechanical rumble

Sounds so sweet

As they die

The hunt goes on

Hear them cry

As they perish amongst the stones

The hunt goes on

As they perish amongst the stones

Pray that we may prevail

As the ocean turns to red

The sacrifice

Hear out our cries

Forever

Pray that we will deliver

The ashes to the graves

Warm blood killers

Reek of the sins

The grind

Remnants of kings

Left splattered across the shore

No mercy

Not even even for the young or weak

Tools of destruction

Gift the devils vats full of gold

Poisonous consumption

A compromise they're willing to make

Mercury laden flesh

One day it will bite back

One day it will bite

Back

No

Mercy

No

Mercy

Pray that we may prevail

As the ocean turns to red

The sacrifice

Hear out our cries

Forever

Pray that we will deliver

The ashes to the graves

Warm blood killers

Reek of the sins

The Grind

No

Mercy

No mercy for the young no mercy for the weak

No

Mercy